*Emmy*
This isn’t the first time I’ve been f****d in the bathroom of a bar, but it is the first time I haven’t felt like a complete w***e after.
Jim f****d me in front of a mirror and made me watch, and for the first time, I didn’t hate it. I LIKED seeing him behind me. Maybe it’s because my dress never came off, and I couldn’t see everything wrong with my body, but I didn’t even try to look. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Jim behind me and how he looked at me. I never thought I had a thing for Cowboys, but he can leave his hat on any time he wants to.
Jim’s straightening my dress and fixing my hair, smiling at me sweetly. He hasn’t even pulled up his pants, but he’s ensuring I look good first. “Thank you,” I tell him shyly.
“For f*****g you in a bathroom?” he laughs. “Anyt
