At The Late Night Double Feature Picture Show
I moaned. "Unless you want to get caught, I suggest you keep quiet," he growled. "There's no one here," I said. "And besides - it's not my fault I can't keep quiet." He looked at me reproachfully. "Oh? Whose fault is it then?" "Yours. If you wanted me to be quiet, you should have let me wear panties. That way, you would have something to stuff in my mouth." I smiled wickedly. I could feel him get harder against me, the fa...