expectations. Since the first time, I always insist they wear their tops. All of them. No one escapes the rule. No one ever will, either. “Do you want to do this or argue about what you’ll be wearing when I’m inside you?” I raise a challenging eyebrow. We both know damn well what her answer will be. It’s the same every time. “Fuck it.” Amanda slips her hands and head into her shirt. The cotton bunches right below her flawless, round tits. They’re the perfect size to fill my hands. She jumps into my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist before I lay her down on the bed. Let’s get one thing
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