My hands were shaking like I had just snorted coke. During that week I was carefully planning out scenarios and a wishlist of things I’d want to do. Blowjob porn I tasted like shit… She was completely out. I don’t know what came over me, maybe some residual anger from before. She was wearing a white teeshirt and bright blue nylon shorts. Nobody ever broke out into a fight, and everybody was still friends by every measure, but the “honeymoon” had definitely ended. but what tiny splinter of my rational mind fought against it. A lot of the fat that she did have ended up in her chest, but that’s not the part I liked. For a brief moment I was sorry and regretful, but that was immediately replaced by fear that the loud slap might have woken the roommates. I crawled over to her, hissed her name, poked her, shook her, the works.
