Rowan
A week before Sofea’s a*******n.
“Get it out!”
“No! I told you, take it! I'm letting you have it...”
“Rowan!”
“Yes, baby,”
“Ugh! Don’t do that! It hurts! You’re doing it too roughly!”
“Really? I thought you liked it rough?”
“Not like this!” she groaned and I held back a laugh.
“What? You never complained before,” I smirked when Sofea narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re too big! Stop that!” she pouted and I laughed, tugging her closer. Not stopping, my thumb caught hers and she groaned.
“Yeah, big and you love it,” laughing mockingly at her defeat, she slapped my pecks before letting her face fall flat against my chest. “You never play fair when we thumb wrestle,” at that, I chuckled and began to run my hand through her hair.
“I play in a way where I can see you squirm and wig
