“Pleeeeeaaase stop reading that! Why were you in my bag!?” “Why would I stop reading it? This is good stuff. I just saw it lying on the top and thought I would read what you were reading so we’d have something to talk about.” Well… when he put it that way. But… “It’s embarrassing, that’s why!” “Their cocks sawed in and out of me in alternating thrusts, both stretching me gloriously…” he read aloud. I squirmed harder, but he didn’t relent. “Beck! Stop!” Thank god he didn’t find the potato shifter book I’d stuffed down into the bottom of my bag.
