“Billy, nooooo!”
“Better keep your voice down, Kirsten, these walls are awfully thin,” I warn her.
She’s temporarily silenced, although she squirms erotically against my thighs, thinking that will have some effect on the outcome. She’s just learning. As feisty as I find her today, I have a feeling this might be repeated more than I anticipated.
I watch the color of her hot buns deepen. This blush is one that penetrates her skin, her bottom the look of bright pink rose petals with the color of heat soaking into the pores of her tender flesh. It’s a palette of pain, the molten orbs jiggling uselessly before my eyes. Her attempts to assuage the feel of it seem so silly. But then, maybe it’s impossible to withstand the hurt without these wasted gyrations.
Still, the action of her belly a
