Trisha
I have no idea how an argument has led to this, but I don’t want to stop. Rebel basically ripped my dress off, and is now kissing every inch of my breasts. I couldn't remove his t-shirt, so he stopped to help me and then took his jeans off.
I am only in my panties, and I am a little conscious of my scars. But my concern is soon forgotten, when I look at his muscular body. f**k, this man is so hot. I reached out and ran my hands over his perfect pecks and abs. He is clearly in damn good shape. I ran my hands down his abs to the waistband of his boxer. I look up at him, and he is smirking, so I smirk back and pull down his boxers, letting his d**k spring free.
I look at it and gulp. f**k, I figured he would be big, but I was not expecting it to be this big. “Sure you want this?” h
