Chloe said. She was leaning over the kitchen island, wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of skintight leggings, her hair piled in a ridiculous mess on top of her head, and goddammit. Goddammit. All I could think about was bending her over that island while I stuffed her full of my cock. Or laying her out on top of it while I feasted on her cunt until the evidence of just how much she loved my tongue dripped down my chin.
