“We are not having sex on this rug… . like ever.” His eyes dance with delight, and he unzips his trousers as if I just issued him with the ultimate dare. “Nathan, no,” I warn as I step back from him. “Getting semen on this rug is a huge trigger for me.” “Not getting semen on this rug is a trigger for me.” He pulls his dick out and crash-tackles me onto the couch. I laugh out loud and try to escape his clutches.
