ALLEN/MIRA
Allen waited for her to judge. He waited to hear disdain in her voice as she told him how weak he was for being ‘tired’.
But none of that came. Instead, she smiled, happy that he said that to her. Here is the one he trusts! He laid on the sofa with her right on top of him, his face shamelessly buried in between her breasts. He could feel the soft globes through her pink sundress.
“Have you had lunch yet?” She asked, running her fingers through his well-kept silky hair.
“No” Mira held back the sudden moan that rose in her throat as his voice vibrated through her chest going downwards.
What was that?!
Just then, the doorbell rang. Mira sat up, much to Allen’s displeasure that he couldn’t display his tired face.
“That is my brunch” she informed him, knowing he was displ
