Dashawn
I could seriously get used to this. My girl was draped over me. Her head was in the middle of my chest, her torso was halfway on me and her leg was across both of mine. She was wrapped around me. I f*cking loved it. She was majorly clingy in her sleep, and I was not complaining.
She had come to bed last night when we got to my place in a t-shirt and short pajama set. I was not having it. The moment she climbed into bed, I was on top of her and ripping her clothes off of her. She was not hiding what was mine from my sight.
“Samantha, you don’t hide my body from me.”
“Your body?”
“Yes, Sweet Girl, mine. All mine,” I said. Then I showed her how I worship the body that was all mine. She passed out after her sixth orgasm, just as I finished inside her. I had carried her
