“Anything for you… and I mean that.” He kissed my neck, and I could feel all my nerves dancing in formation to Michael Jackson. I removed my arms and leaned back on the couch, enjoying a light night out. There was no drama, I didn’t need to think about my husband and the fate of my future. Good music, good conversation and hookah was all I needed.
oooo kincaid is pushing pressure on my sis
