Robert
No, she definitely wasn’t a little girl. She was heavy and solid in my lap, and her lush curves were a delight to my large hands. It was nice to have something solid, something substantial in my arms. I loved her body. One hand slipped around her ribs and crept upwards to cup her breast.
More than a handful is never wasted, I thought, as the pad of my thumb found her beaded n****e through the layers of her shirt and bra.
Her breath hissed between her teeth and her hand covered mine, her strong fingers squeezing my knuckles. “Not that I’m complaining, Robert,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, “but Trina is at the front desk, Glenn, the night guard just came in and, uh, the security cameras are now on and recording.”
“Ah, a.hit.” She made me so crazy, I’d almost forgotten wh
