"What the actual fuck, Benson?" Anita screamed, splaying her hands in the air as she skipped to the bed where Benson had carefully laid the dress he had Luke bring to the house for her. She screamed and turned to look at him when she was about a foot away from the dress. "I was scared you be this outrageous with getting me a dress to wear," she hugged herself after waving her hand over the length of the dress. "But then, outrageous us really beautiful, though I am ultimately terrified of wearing this," she placed her palm on her chest as it thumped against her ribs as though It'll break out of the cage."I hoped you would like it," Benson said, nervously ruffling his hands through his hair as he slightly bounced on his foot. He pocketed his hands and to a few steps away from the door and closed it behind him. "So… uh, do you like it?""Are you kidding me? This is a sleeveless chapel designer evening gown with a thigh-high side slit and a lot of shiny…" her eyes bulged and her jaw sank

"Oh my God, I slept?" Martha moaned as she forced her eyes open after waking up from a long-desired sleep. "I'm…we are in my freaking. How I get here from the…" she smiled, looking at him. "You carried me," she raised her fingers to her lips and jerked her head to the side."I had to. You were out after… you know what," John said with a coy smile and looked away. "It is the only way to get you to the bed so here we are," he added, cocking his head.She blushed and looked down and instantly became away she was naked under the sheets. "Fuck, I am naked?" She raised her face to his, covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes bulged as she peered at him, waiting for some legislative explanation for her naked state that is not out of the longing to see her completely naked. It’s one thing to have naked sex with someone, but having them see every inch of your body and compare you with some hypothetical dream girl in their head is something else. A man is the most judgemental when standing b

"That was…" John squeezed the wheel and blinked his eyes. "I don't know what to say…" he glanced at her and set his eyes back on the road.She raked her hands through her hair with a smug smile plastered on her face and then tugged her hands between her thighs. "Are you wordless right now? Was it that good?" Her eyes bulged out as she turned her face to his and fluttered her lashes at him."Yeah, you can say that," he gave a shy laugh and turned his head out the window. "That was better than I remember," he added."Are you blushing right? " she poked his side and he jerked his head in her direction. His forehead creased, his eyes begged her and his voice thinned when he pleaded, "don't tickle me, please.""I am getting to know you, John, it's amazing how different you are from John," she cocked her head and reclined into her seat. "I love this," she sighed."What?" He asked and hung his head."This," she gesticulated. "You know, you and me, being vulnerably cute with each other and co

'How the fuck did my shit get to the police?" Richie yelled as he scowled at Timmy, the lad he put in charge of the joint at the coffee shop. "Don't fucking stand there staring at me like a dummy? You should have some explanation to justify your mistake so don't get on my nerves with your silence. Go on, speak,” he propped his chin in his palm and blinked at Timmy."I-i don't know, sir, but I will get to the end of it before the end of today. Someone must have messed up under my nose. I will sniff them up and clean this up," Timmy pressed his lips together and balled his fingers into fists. "I assure you," a line set in his jaw, and his brows knitted as he stared straight at Richie."You know, I like Timmy. You're fierce and brave, hell you're staring right at me and saying that to my face, knowing I could put a bullet in your head and find somebody willing to do better than this," Richie coughed a dry laugh and bobbed his head sideways. "You better clean this mess or we're going to h

"Why were you looking at Mr. Perry Clarkson like you would snap his neck if you were sure no one was looking?" Alita said, trembling as she set her hands on his shoulder, while slowly setting herself on his cock. She gasped and squeezed his shoulders as she felt him fill her up. She felt a wave of painful pleasure course through her body and she only wanted more so she lowered herself completely, slightly going blind as she took his whole length while his width opened her up."Luke showed me a video of him paying some black dude to set me up so I really do want to snap his neck," he moaned as he savored the sensations the tight grip of her pussy worked into him."Okay, calm down. You almost gave yourself up out there… something Like wouldn't want," she whimpered as she started jerking herself in and down his cock as he reclined into the chair. "What about the cocky-ass prince," her brows knitted as she felt a surge of sweetness built up under her stomach. "Why don't you like him?"He