She’s a sight to be seen, but then she always is. A shiver runs down my spine at the devotion that shines in her eyes, and I reach forward, grabbing a pink window marker from the glass we keep on the counter. My writing is a mess on a good day, but particularly so when I’m buried eight inches deep inside a pussy that squeezes like it was made just for me. I drop the marker when I’m done, digging my fingertips into Cara’s hip and strumming her clit just right so she comes at the exact moment she reads my message. You are brave. You are fierce. You’re Cara motherfucking Brodie.
