After I came on her stomach, I pulled myself closer, and rested my head on her breasts. They were pretty big and soft that I thought that it was a pillow. When I looked at her, she blushed, covering her mouth.
"Why're you doing that?" I pulled her hand away from the mouth. I saw that her lips were twitching, and her cheeks were more redder than before now. I smirked. "Are you that anxious around me?"
She flustered. "Why're you flirty with an old woman like me?"
"I don't care, as long as we're both mature." I tapped on her breast.
She whimpered. "But my kid's just downstairs. We should stop now."
"You forgot your a divorced mother." I kissed her nipple, and she moaned. "And come on, the door's locked, no way he's getting in here. He's juts going to ruin the mood." I smirked again.
"And you don't care dating a single mother of one?" She looked more red than before.
"At least I'm not going to leave you." Then I kissed her lips. She moaned, but it sounded like she liked it rather than being aroused. I pulled away. "Let's just continue," I caressed her breasts, "'till you're breathless."
She stood upright. "But we have work tomorrow."
"Come on now, don't be a mood killer. You just have to wash the client's hair, I just have to swipe the cut hair. Not a lot of work if you ask me." Then I sucked her both her nipples.
She moaned again. She sighed. "F-Fine! You win."
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.
