Lola
It’s always hot and cold with this man. One minute I’m afraid of who’s walking through the door. Other times I get this mildly caring boyfriend that he should be.
Nathan watches from the doorway while I peel out of my clothes getting into bed. He then strips and crawls next to me, as he likes being the big spoon.
“Damn, babe, your ass fits perfectly against me. Not too tired, I hope,” he moans, squeezing my thigh with need.
“You sure know how to sweet talk a girl,” I said bashfully.
Turning to look over my shoulder, he kisses me. He smells of beer, but at least it isn’t too heavy. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, and I don’t mind the taste as it is not too horrible tonight.
“Want me to help put you to sleep,” he asks after pulling his lips away.
Rubbing himself against
