Denton
For the past few weeks, Alisa and I have done nothing but f**k. In her bed. On her kitchen counter. In my car. I even took her home when I had the house to myself. I can't even count how many condoms we've gone through. I lost count after week one. Alisa has even started wearing shorter skirts per my request.
I steal a glance at Alisa and bite back a groan when I feel my c**k thicken under my pants. I shifted in my chair to adjust my erection as she glances at me and bites her lip.
Goddammit.
She knows what that s**t does to me.
Alisa picks up a file and stands up to put it back. I take off my glasses and set them on my desk. I rub my temples and feel sweat start to bead on my forehead.
Was the air conditioning broken?
Fuck.
So hot.
And Alisa isn't helping.
I steal another
