Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday is more from my friends-to-lovers story, where Grant’s thoughts are running away from him.
After grabbing an umbrella, Grant stomped his way back into the rain, demanding his imagination not think about Erica in his living room right now. Slowly pulling off one item of clothing after the other. Taking off her shirt. Then pants. He willed himself not to imagine her standing in a flimsy white bra, nipples stiff from the cold poking at the see through material. And he’d sure as hell not drift his imagination lower to little white panties, clinging to the damp folds of her pussy…outlining them oh, so perfectly.
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