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" . “Hi,” I said to her swollen lips.
“Hi,” she said back, trying to contain her giggling.
I met her eyes, my lip twitching as I admonished, “Took you long enough to get here.”
I’d been waiting all morning for her to get down to the beach, but I’d been waiting a helluva lot longer than that to get her into my arms.
Layla picked up on the double meaning of my statement. “Yeah, I know,” she said, smiling wickedly. “It feels like it took forever. "
― T. Torrest , Trip
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" Well, look at what we have here...” I slurred, taking in the incredible sight before me. All that exposed skin. From her flat stomach to her prominent hip bones to her long, thin legs. I had to get my mouth on her.
I pulled off my shirt before crawling onto the foot of the mattress, gripping my twelve fingers around three of her ankles, landing my lips on one of her four shins. I pushed her six knees apart with all intentions of kissing her on her pretty lace panties, but I couldn’t coordinate.
Why’d I have to go and drink so much? What feeds me destroys me.
I kissed her stomach instead, pinning her hips to the mattress, sliding my body on top of hers. I grabbed her wrists in my clutches and imprisoned her arms above her head. I was only working with a semi, and I couldn’t understand why with this beautiful girl underneath me, I wasn’t raging hard. I figured I could buy some time until my cock caught up to my eyes.
Whiskey dick is a thing, people. "
― T. Torrest , Trip
13
" I gave a quick knock on the bathroom door before slipping inside. The water was running, filling the room with steam as Lay poked her head out from behind the curtain. I raised my eyebrows in silent request.
“Absolutely not, Chester. Don’t you dare.”
I laughed. “Aww come on, Lay-Lay. You’re no fun.”
“I mean it. Please don’t.”
It’s not like I really thought she’d invite me in for godsakes; I was totally teasing. “Fine. I’ll just wait out here until you’re done.”
“Promise?”
She looked so adorable, her brown eyes pleading from under her wet lashes, sexy and shy all at once. “Yeah, I promise. But at least give me the play-by-play of what I’m missing out on in there.”
She stifled a giggle in response and I figured that was that. I picked up one of the decorative soaps when suddenly, a sultry vixen piped up from behind the curtain. “Wellll, the water is so hot and it’s so steamy in here. God, I’m so wet and it feels so good.”
My dick immediately sprang to attention. The rest of me froze in shock.
“Now I’m soaping myself down, running my hands allll over my body...”
Of course my mind was envisioning her slick soapy hands touching every inch of her gorgeous naked self. Oh Jesus.
She chose that moment to peek her head out and check out her handiwork. I was staring at her speechless, my jaw slack, disbelieving. “Layla, what the fuck? "
― T. Torrest , Trip
