Chapter 5

ELLE I can see his tense muscles beneath his dress shirt as he lowers himself down at me. He unbuttons his pants and slips them down to reveal himself camping in those boxers, his very excited John Thomas trying to poke out of it. "Gabe, please. You are drunk, we can't--" "Stop it!" he pulls my hand up and place them above my head as he straddled me. I can feel excitement overcoming my nervousness as his hands started skimming on my chest, brushing my hair aside, "Don't push me farther...