“Unwrap me,” I whispered. “Touch me. I’m all yours to open.” “You are,” he agreed, his voice hardly a murmur. “All mine.” Yes. I was. Stripping his clothes, he crawled onto the bed in only his boxer briefs—a pair of green and red plaid striped ones with little trees—and then pulled me onto his lap, fiddling with the bow I’d tied over my breasts. “Fuck, I like this. These pretty little tits, all wrapped up for me.”
Bruh 😍😍😍
