Dallas
If I’d believed I’d get something more than a goodnight kiss by bringing Paige to my bed, I was sorely wrong.
As we lay in my bed with her delicate body resting on top of my larger one, it becomes painfully obvious that no matter how willing she appears in her drunkenness, I can’t take advantage of the situation. Not when she is in such a whimsical and befuddled state.
“I really like you, Dallas...like, way more than I probably should.” Paige hiccups while drawing a tiny heart around my hardened n****e. She is naked and rubbing her wet p***y against my hard c**k. It’s mental torture knowing that I can’t touch or f**k her since she isn’t in a sober enough state to make any decisions.
I take a deep breath, which really does nothing to calm my nerves. I’m still as hard as a f*****g
