She Keeps Shortening My Bucket List
I’m tapping my foot as I impatiently wait on our hotel bed. Moments ago she walked through the door in her typical soccer mom outfit and no sooner was the door closed that I took her in my arms. Back again was the woman of my dreams and I couldn’t help but push the envelope. Her hands were immediately pushed against the wall and held above her head as my tongue slid between her desperate lips. As my other hand sneaked inside her tight yoga pants and headed south it quickly found her dripping,...