We Have a Game
This time the game went a little too far
We have a game – J and I. He likes it when I flaunt myself in public; I become turned on by his smiles so much I do anything. When we get home it's so, so good; we both fuck for hours. What I never tell him, though, is that I like it best when we are out playing. I struggle to keep myself under control. If he wasn’t there, keeping a lid on it I’m not sure what would happen. I’m not a supermodel, just an ordinary girl, but...