We both know what this is and what we both want. My mouth is dry and I want a drink. Indian hot sex No debrief.”
I don’t look at her; instead I look at the roof and just process what she’s saying. I don’t follow Tia, but I follow a few girls that do and one of them has shared her latest post and there’s a link telling people to go follow her. She regains some sort of composure and stammers, and she catches me eying her up. I warm her and she responds by going faster, pumping me harder until I groan out into the bathroom. “What’s your fucking problem, Tia, huh? Her hands come behind my head, pressing me into her, and her back arches. She’s rough and aggressive, her teeth biting my lip and drawing blood, her nails carving into my back. It’s the spare room and between the door and the doorframe is a big enough gap to see through. No declaration of love. “Do you really think that’s all I’m about? I haven’t seen Tia since that morning in the bathroom and I’m wondering how long this grace period will last with her.
