Chapter 27 Just The Two Of Us

• She sniffs. Ignores my apology and continues to swing, that damn skirt flying up over and over and over again, gnarling my loins and making me salivate. On one particularly broad arc, her soft, naked butt brushes my arousal, pushing it up to my belly, before flying away again.
• My mouth opens on a silent groan. “Don’t tease me, pumpkin.”
• Briefly, her thighs squeeze together on the swing, before parting again, and I know her pussy shrank when I called her by our secret nickname. It always does, whether I’ve got my fingers, my cock or my tongue inside of it. Yeah, she fucking strangles my dick when I say that word.