I slowly put on my heels. Damian looks at me out of the corner of his eye as he ties his tie. I don"t mention that it"s his birthday. I haven"t forgotten. I won"t even say how hungry I am for him, because he"s been bugging me all week. I know he does it on purpose. He cuddled me with his d**k erect on purpose, but he wouldn"t let me satisfy him. So, he"s not just torturing me, he tortures himself too.
"My love" he"s stepping up behind me, holds me gently and caresses my thighs. "Does your ankle still hurt?" he asks softly, and I let myself go.
"No" I smile.
"Are you sure?" he kisses me on the cheek.
"Yes, sir.""
"Are you hungry?" he caresses my bump.
"Yes" I sigh and he kisses my neck.
"You"ll have to gather more, there"s not much left before evening,"" he pecks the butterfly on the
