Drunk amateur party asian
"And there's only you for me. " I choked back a cry.
The nightstand drawer scraped open then shut.
Like King Tut's tomb.
I could see that they sported similar but more elaborate hardware than what I had chosen.
Where he'd gone, I had no clue.
One hand gripped me behind the neck, holding my head to his.
Then just two fingers. Only one.
To avoid his balls with them.