Suspect

There are two kinds of secrets. The ones we keep from others....

"I don't f*ck studs but I had you moaning and squirting like a damn fem yourself" she laughed. "Remember, this stays between us"

and the ones we keep from ourselves...

Before I knew it, he was making love to my neck and sensually rubbing my body as I looked down and flushed. His small breaths in between kisses had me in awe as my skin started to bruise in red. "Why do you keep doing this to me?" I asked breathlessly.

"Want me to stop?"

I bit my lip in frustration of my true answer. "No..."