"Babe?" Jordey called out, "Morgan? Where are you?" "I'm in here!" you shouted from the bedroom. Jordey walked into the room as you continued folding the laundry. "How was practice?" you inquired. "Pretty good, what have you been doing all day?" he questioned, putting his arms around you. "Cleaning, why?" He pulled the strap of your tank-top down slowly. "You've been stuck in my head all day." He began to kiss your neck. "Jordey.." Jordey moved the pile of clothes over to make space on the bed.
He slipped his tongue into your mouth as he pushed you down onto the bed and got on top of you. You moaned softly. He slid his hands down your body to the hem of your pants. "Jordey! Stop!" you squirmed under him, as you tried to move his hands away. "What is it?" he asked as he got up. "I'm on my period" you informed. "Really? Damn..." he said. He sat on the edge of the bed disappointed. You sat back up, fixing the straps of your bra and tank top. "Your mouth doesn't have a period.." he commented, a cheeky grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and threw a pair of his boxers at him.
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