Tommy
It was torture.
Pure, exquisite torture.
Just watching her slip that damn spoon between her lips was making me so hard that it was impossible to concentrate on anything else. The fact that I wanted her couldn't be denied. But the force of my arousal was surprising even to me.
What was it about the girl in the bed beside me that made my inhibitions lower to the point that I didn't even recognise myself?
“This is the best soup I have ever tasted.” She slurped the vegetable packed liquid up from the spoon, her eyes closing in a little moment of pleasure. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. She was hungry, I got that, but it was more than that. The faces she was pulling, the little noises of appreciation, were all almost s****l.
Would she wear the same blissful lo
