And you’re hot on my heels. I try to elude you but you eventually catch me. But not before I grabbed your flannel. I’ve got it almost on when you grab me, tickle me. We wrestle. Giggling and hollering about getting your flannel dirty. You don’t really care but you need a reason to “get” me. We stumble, fall to the sandy shore. You pin my hands. That you can do that is turning me on even more. You playfully nip at my nose, bite at my jaw. You have me pinned under your weight. Squirming, I feel...
🥵🥵🥵🥵 ... Shades. ::gulp:: ... I’m liking how this is evolving, NGL. Very sure I need to read the whole thing ... will I get to?













