“Ready, set...go!” I throw a tennis ball as far as I can for Dasher.
He runs at full speed toward the pond.
The snowfall has finally stopped, but the wind still feels like sharp blades cutting against my skin. However, Dasher loves it outside and still needs his exercise.
Plus, it gives me a moment away from Fallon"s delicious death glare and gorgeous face. And those lips that I so desperately want to see form a smile, preferably around my c**k.
Every time I"m around her, I prepare for a verbal punch in the gut, and she hasn"t disappointed me yet.
Whatever her problem is, I"m determined to find out why this holiday puts her in such a sour mood. Still, her pouting and dislike for it amuse the hell out of me. She"s trying so hard to be upset, which I know isn"t an ideal situation for ei
