Tick Tock
“So, I think if we move this here…then it’ll give you more blah blah blah…” I really wish I could concentrate on what Mary is saying, but with her delicious derriere waving in the wind, all I can deliberate over is whether it’s too early to go down on her again.
It’s Friday, and my week has been filled with f*****g Mary anywhere, anytime. You’d think I’d have my fill by now, but each time I taste her, I’m left with a hankering for more. I’m man enough to admit that I’m addicted to her. She’s all I think about, and when I’m inside of her, nothing else matters.
I’ve never felt this before.
Whenever she’s around, I feel sick to my stomach and I have an endless supply of Tums on hand. I really wish I could talk to Dixon and Finch, but it’s an unspoken rule between Mary and I that
