It was hot.
It was seriously hot because I'm still smiling like an i***t while getting ready for tonight.
If it's not because of his ringing phone I'm sure he would have f****d me right there and then, because his fingers were inches away from my p***y, just dancing on my thighs teasing me while consumed me with his panty-melting kisses.
He apologised for the call but he had to take it because it's an oversea call he's been expecting at that time.
It's okay. We still have tonight, and the rest of the remaining ten weeks. That's seventy nights. So that's okay. That's okay Elle.
And please. Stop grinning like an i***t. You can't be giddy like this in front of him. Where's that Exclusive Elle? Bring her out because we've got a big game tonight.
In that case, maybe wearing this pink baby
