Page 100 of Ask Your Mom If I'm Real

By the time I was finished, I was freezing my ass off and ready to get warmed up.

When I made it back inside, I contemplated my two options.

One, the couch that looked comfortable, but wasn’t really. Or the bed beside the woman that was quickly taking up a space in my heart.

I weighed my options while using the bathroom and changing into some comfortable sweatpants.

In the end, I decided to go to the couch, because it would be weird for her to wake up and find me next to her.

And I wasn’t a complete asshole.

Heading for the couch once I came out of the bathroom, I began to climb into it when I heard a soft, “Hey.”

I looked over to find the mussed woman in my bed smiling at me. “Come over here.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I detoured to the other side and climbed into the bed next to her.

By the time I was settled in next to her, her eyes were once again closed and she was back to sleep, her face buried in my usual pillow.

Turning onto my side, I watched her sleep for a few minutes before succumbing myself.

“I’ll make it worth it, Dix.”

I grinned at my woman. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She giggled and turned, tugging my hand. “Come on.”

I followed my beautiful woman, allowing her to pull me into the rest stop.

“Oh, look,” my girl said. “A family bathroom. For families.”

Her eyes twinkled as she looked at me over her shoulder.

I grinned like a damn loon and followed her inside.

The moment the door was locked behind us she started on the belt around her hips.

Those supple, makes you want to squeeze them tight while you fuck her, hips.

I watched in avid fascination as she slowly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped.

My cock was hard as a rock by the time she turned around and shoved those molded-on blue jeans over her ass and exposed herself to me.

She bent over the sink and wiggled, urging me to take her.

Sidling up behind her, I smoothed my hand up the soft skin of her ass, then brought that hand down hard.

The satisfying smack of my hand meeting her ass filled the air around us.

She gasped and pushed back against me, begging for more.

I didn’t give her more.

I wasn’t a masochist.

I liked a little spanking in my sex play, but I didn’t like it more than I wanted to sink inside of her.

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