Nathaniel was leaning over me. Should I guess? If you want. You don't start out rough, but yeah, you usually end up there, but it was never anything I didn't want to do. Because when I'm near you, all I can think about is the smell of your skin, and the way your hair spreads like black foam on my pillows.
What's wrong, Arnet? I asked. My hands traveled down the rough fabric of his new jeans, but underneath was the solid swell of his ass. Yes, I mean no, but think, Nathaniel said. I gave him the look, the one that makes bad guys flinch at twenty paces and the weaker ones run for their mommies.
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