“It will change things between us, Winnie, if I answer that question truthfully.” “Give it to me,” she replies, swiping her glass from me to take a big drink. “I can take it.” My head falls forward, my eyes on her bare toes curled around the barstool as I fight the image of her riding my cock. Stifling a groan, I can’t stop myself from imagining my thick shaft disappearing between her hairless pink lips as her head falls back and she moans, “I can take it, fuck me hard, I can take it!”
