I like how fair Amelia’s legs are. Porn I press my lips onto her clit and the skin surrounding, and watch her inhale the moment I do so. My fingers are sliding up into her and stroking her pussy walls with a *come here* motion. “Take off your glasses, please. “Me too.”
Amelia plays with some of my chest hairs while I slide my fingers through her beautiful red waves. We spend the next few minutes catching up on our food. “Not gonna lie, kids. My voice becomes Affleck-ian. “Ohh wow,” I say. “Not the smoothest, Amelia.”
“Wait we’re on a date?” I ask. Distraction, I reason, is the best path forward for the rest of the day. This mutual understanding gets me even more aroused. So even though I wasn’t angry over Blockbuster, I am still grateful Rasputin’s is nearby.
