After having a shower, I dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a shirt with lace at the back. I went downstairs and found him sitting in the kitchen, eating an apple. I wanted to walk past him to go and make breakfast, but he grabbed me and pulled me towards him, making me sit on his c**k.
With his free hand, he slowly traced down my stomach before resting his hand on my crotch. I’m trembling inside; it’s worse than in my dream. He slowly slides a finger between my thighs. I’m breathing harder and faster. I can feel him hardening beneath my bottom.
_ Would... would you like to go for dinner at a restaurant tonight? he says with a sigh
He presses his finger hard against my crotch. I feel hot, I blush.
_ Um... Y-yes
He removes his finger, helps me up, then stands up himself.
_ OK, be r
