Now that I know how good her lips taste and how tight and hot her pussy is, I’m always partially hard around her and it takes all my effort not to touch her. Fucking her in the alley the other night plays on a loop in my head. I’ve jerked off to the memory way more times than could be considered healthy—even for a red-blooded single man in his early thirties. “Did you actually need my help with something or are you just trying to push my buttons?” I ask, trying to distract myself. “Oh, I’d love to push every single one of your buttons.”
