Mason couldn't stop laughing, and I was in no mood to do anything with him.
I was about to leave the bed when Mason slid his legs till they reached my back and pushed me till I fell on top of him.
With wide eyes and a flushed face, I stared at him cautiously; his expression was one of pure ecstasy, which slightly offended me as I wasn’t in the same mood.
Why couldn't I be as confident as Mason about this?
Double standards are so awful that the vinegar condiment envies the aftertaste of just the words Double standards.
Pressing my body against Mason's felt natural; I'd been on top of Mason in all my naked glory many times, but never unshaven, so today it's not as glorious to me as it could be; gaining the strength to get this over with Mason moved me to lie on my back on the mattress.
