Committed
My wife and I sat on the living room couch of our home, looking out the picture window. The shades were not drawn. The lights were off.“The window always reminds me of a movie screen,” said V. “Like the drive-in.”“Ooh, I love the drive-in,” I said.“Don’t I know it,” she teased.I leaned over to touch her cheek, turning her lips toward mine. I traced her lower lip with my tongue until I was unable to hold myself back. I gave her a slow, long, wet,...
Exhibitionism