He didn’t know what to say. He continued his actions, but his voice was lined with a sceptical paranoia, “..Like what..”
“Mm.. XXX Her skin under his hands, her ass in his sightline as he looked down. We’re going to the cinema?” he protested meekly, he had hoped that trip would offer him some respite from this waking nightmare, and maybe even some time on his big eighteenth, where he could make some nice memories. He turned around, all but throwing the compact mirror back down by the sink, in denial about what he had seen. Her eyes rolled back at the forbidden and oh so infrequently indulged pleasure as she felt his tongue begin to trace circles around her hole.
