Sex. Sex. Come on, Babe. Choose sex. Sleep is overrated.
She spins around, puts a knee in the seat, and reaches across for something. Her beautiful, bodacious booty tempts the hell out of my self-discipline, and my hand moves to the door latch.Come on …. Let’s do this….
She backs out, swings a satchel over her shoulder, closes the car door, then turns away.
Dammit.I pop the steering wheel.Looks like I’ll be whacking off one more time.
She bounces up the porch steps two at a time. Her brick house body pulls a moan out of my mouth. She's had too much shock, but it’s all going to be awe from now on.
She unlocks her door, pushes it open, hits the interior lights, then turns to me and waves again as she closes the door.
“Goodnight, Juicy.”