and clutched greedily at the delicious swell of her ass, more than a handful. More than two handfuls. I was an ass man and Talia’s filled out her skirts and jeans in a way that made me want to pray on my knees as if I did that sort of thing. Maybe bite down on my fist instead of the bite I’d like to print into one fleshy cheek, and not the ones on her face. Fuck.
