The Game Ch 01
It had been a week. That was all. He’d been fucking me on a regular basis for just over a year, and it had been finished for a week. Okay, eight days, but who was counting? I’m not sure if I was coping well or not. I mean, how do you separate these things? I missed his body. His strong legs. His wondrous lips. All right, his big hard cock, okay? I missed the shuddering sweaty orgasms, the three AM seductions, the telephone calls. The panties he purchased and sent me from wherever he went. I...