His hands tentatively go to my hips, and he kisses me back. I watch him swallow hard and he leans back down, his arms going behind my back. Porn I slip off my bra and toss it aside before practically ripping Curtis’ shirt off. When I walk into the hallway, Curtis is pulling his clothes out of the dryer, kneeling on the floor and folding everything very quickly, his hands shaking. “Hey…I’m sorry…I’m a little high, I needed it, I’m sorry I did it in your house,” he babbles, looking down. He slowly pushes in, groaning like he did when he was snorting meth on my coffee table, but it’s more strained, and he winces slightly. I get dressed, put my hair up in a clip and brush my bangs, and put a thick ring of eyeliner around my eyes.
