The Boys at John s HouseChapter 83
From where we were, it was just easier for Sweetcakes and I to go to my room. "No screaming." I reminded him as we rushed the stairs. "Right boss." He agreed. "Nothing fancy. Just a hard, fast fuck." "No problem, boss." "No clean up, this time either. In, fuck, out." "Sounds good to me." He closed my door behind us and I smashed him against it, kissing frantically. "Good." I managed to pant between kisses. "Cause I haven't been fucked all day." We both were tearing at...