May 19, 2015
“Oh, Nik...” Amelia sighed dramatically, walking out of his bedroom with one of his silk pajama shirts on. It was long on her, practically a dress, which might explain why she forwent the pants. “Why are you so damn tall?” she teased gently, joining the man on the couch. He appeared to be boasting over his height, laid out flat, taking up all the room. Amelia didn’t mind. She simply crawled on top of him, feeling their silk shits rub against each other. “I’m gonna slide right off if you don’t hold onto me.”