Sweet Jesus Christ. I loved tits. And tits that belonged to this girl were even more appealing. They were small and perky with rosy-tipped, pebbled nipples. She was just so fucking beautiful. I was instantly hard. “Are you okay?” Shannon asked, placing her small hand on my forearm. “Huh?” I snapped my gaze to her face, totally fucking busted. “Are you okay?” she repeated, blue eyes locked on mine, expression innocent. I was about the furthest a person could get from okay. But for her sake, I forced a small nod and said, “Yeah, I’m just getting a bit hungry.” What the actual fuck, Johnny?
