On the Line

by Naomi Loud

“You’re going to go in the back, unwrap this.” I tap a finger on the Snickers bar. “And slide it up your pretty cunt.” Her breath hitches, and my cock swells against my boxers. “Then bring it back to me.” I crowd her just a little bit more. “I want to taste you on it.”

Her soft curves are on full display, and seeing her perfectly manicured feet in those heels makes me want to fall to my knees and crawl.

“I’m fucking weak for your taste, baby,”

Her. James. My world.

I owe a lot to Orso. It gave me a life, outside of the crippling weight of my parent’s influence. Most importantly, it gave me Ozzy.