A Touch Of Arousal

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ens the car door for me, s

the backseat, before I brush my hands together.

el some warmth, he spea

ide yourself with a hood or an umbrella or something, s

" His voice

re twins. So, I mistakenly touched one when I was running, who came out from nowhere, and I don't know, but it seemed there was blood on his hood

couples," he jokes.

t to discuss something unrequired. Since he's u

ou drive me home now?" He plac

ove

aren't shaky when I spe

tles sharply before he kicks on the en

asses by me. They are all an one-storey floor. The lights, coming from th

car right in front of my house. My eyes shift to the building to see the lights still on

fter eleven. Ugh. Ashley's warm hands on m

is voice

all I say

ad handsomely, and his body is fit, as he goes to the gym every weekend. Plus, I've seen his bulges many times, and he's got it big.

challenge for him that he wants to keep solving. In addition, my past is o

s, as he watches me with admiration. I always love that look whenever he looks at me. It makes me know that not every man is like th

Ashley's touch, allowing him to bring his face closer.

uts in it, but my hormones won't allow me to feel it deep. He sucks in

. From the push he's giving me, I know it's a hint th

grabbing and placing it on his chest. He uses his hand to trace min

se sensation he's feeling. Then, he breaks the k

at he is drawing down to his crotch. Occasionally, he would look a

haling with my lips parted slightly. I can see his bulge, the way his coc

r. He's still glancing at me from time to time, watching as my reaction changes. Afterward, he lays my hand on th

st six months we have been dating, that I've also never heard his moans befo

wish I can, but the phobia, I fear it would flip thr

es won't stop staring at that dick. I s

rry I c

up by my throbbing white cock, Nina," fuck, his

ng any further with a deep kiss. I

says. His hands are on my chest, tugging at my underw

him back. "I cannot. You have to understand that. And I told you all about me bef

ou?" When he says, I narrow my eyes at him.

ha

time, but, well, I'm glad that I'm not pressured any further. His hand trails my face before he helps me position my hair b

m sorry for asking." Then, his eyes pierce into mine. "I'm sure you'll be

, I quickly mention, "so, about our plans of leavin

n he tells me, I laugh. He hates to see my uncle, because he doesn't like Ashley, doesn't

car and head for the front door. My