I bit my lip as she wiggled and slithered around on the bed. She was going to drive me f*****g bonkers. Her moans had me believing in angels.
Forcing myself to keep the pressure light, correct, was the worst lesson in self-control I'd had in at least a decade. Her pelvis dipped low and bumped up as I tried to keep being her friend.
Think of Grams. Think of Grams. Think of Grams.
Treat her like a princess. Grams' sweet voice in my head helped clear the lust that was as thick as the lotion I was using on Willow. Sweet f**k, let this be over soon.
Her left leg pushed into my hip.
Shit. Her other leg. Not to mention the backs of her legs. I was going to implode. Or die. Can someone die from blue balls? Is that a thing?
It had started out fine. Very platonic. I could feel the fluid s
