“Cassie,” I called out as soon as Noah was situated again, nodding toward the pot. “You know you want to.” She sighed. “I can’t,” she said, folding up her cards with a pretty little pout that I’d love to see wrapped around my cock... preferably later tonight, with my hand fisted in all that gorgeous blonde hair of hers while I held her where I wanted her and made her gag on it. That’s right, not a romantic here. Just nineteen, hung, and horny.
