“You have to.” His white T-shirt rose revealing that beautiful V dusted with brown hair, dipping into his Jeans. The bulge in the front told me he planned to murder my pussy in the near future.
“Hope, keep the cabinet steady.”
I lifted it higher. “Sorry.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t focus on my torso.”
“It shouldn’t be on display,” I quipped.
“Oh, before I head into town, I need you to text me your sizes from head to toe.”
“Ok.”