He cups her chin, pulls her flush against his chest, and smirks down at her. “I’ve always wanted to do it in an elevator.” The door dings then, opening, and she grins, leaning up as if to kiss him. “I would say me too... but I already have.” She turns, hips swaying, and saunters off. All three of us gawk after her, our eyes locked on her tight, plump ass. “I’m going to marry that girl,” Bray declares in awe, adjusting his hard cock—we all have that same issue where she’s concerned. “Alright, Romeo,” I tease, smacking him and following her out. “One issue at a time.”
