Page 91 of Fight Or Flight

“Is that a real question?” I ask, staring at her mouth.

Her grin spreads wider as she leans forward and smacks those full lips to mine. My hands move to her hips and I hold on as I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth. After what seems like five minutes, we pull apart and she sadly gets off my cock.

Until next time.

She starts to scramble around the back seat for our clothes.

“I can’t find my panties.”

Not really a hardship if you ask me.

“We’re going to miss the movie if we don’t hurry.”

Again, not seeing the problem.

“Eric, are you listening to me?”

Shit.

“Panties, right. We should find those.”

Think if I find them first, she’ll let me take them to basic with me?

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