Havoc
Leighton's face has gone as white as the walls of the kitchen, and she's looking at me like I just told her Santa Claus isn't real. I hand her the beer I've been drinking, encouraging her to take a drink of it with a flick of my wrist. I'm glancing for clues that she's not gonna pass out on me, but I'm not feeling overly confident about the situation. “You okay, sweetheart?"
I watch as her lips wrap around the head of the bottle right where mine were, touching the same glass I did. She tilts her head back and drains half of it, and I can't help but groan when I watch her push the liquid down with the motion of her throat. I can imagine her on her knees in front of me swallowing down my c**k, her throat pushing against my length. It's hot as hell when she finishes, sets the bottle d
