So.... Hi guys! Sorry bout the story. I am a dirty minded freak in case you didn't know. Enjoy the story, my pervy turtles!
*my point of view*
Andy traced his tongue in circles around my belly button. I giggled. He smiled and looked into my eyes as he slid down my jeans. He kissed each of my thighs thoroughly. I tried to sit up but he pushed me down. I giggled fearfully. What is he going to do to me....?
He got off of me and walked to his closet where he escaped into for what seemed like eternity. He finally tuned around, for me to see what filled his hands. A can of whipped cream, handcuffs, a whip, and a vibrator.
Oh no. He had a grin on his face. A grin that said he's going to tear every inch of me apart.
He came back and kissed my forehead while cuffing my hands and feet to the bed posts.
He got up once more, and opened a drawer and pulled out a small silver and green wrapper. He set it beside my head.
He took off his shirt. Holy shit look at his abs, he is so fucking hot!
Then his jeans. His hard dick stuck out like it was looking for something, or someone.
He took off his boxers and came up to me. He cut off all of my clothing very slowly.
He sat next to me on the bed and started to kiss my breasts. I noticed that his fingers were slowly creeping down my stomach to my vagina.
I giggled and he took the advantage to move his head down to his fingers.
He kissed my delicate skin. I love him.
"I love you" I said.
He said "I love you more"
