Window Shopping

by Tessa Bailey

“Is this like a strange kink? Instead of flashing people, you just go around accosting people with bizarre tales?” “Well it’s too cold to flash people in December. My options are limited.”

“Don’t let the bow tie fool you, Stella. I’m not always nice,” he says, a deep burr in his voice. “When the situation calls for it, I can be downright rough.”

I haven’t been that hard in God knows how long. My cock was so stiff, I had to face the opposite direction and think about the time I walked in on Aunt Edna shaving her bikini line with a straight razor.

Aiden Cook has a firm, thick bubble butt.

Holy. Cakes.

“It’s weird. When you’re younger, you think you know everything. Then you get older and live in constant awareness of how little you actually know and understand.”