
She took my hand and led me to their bedroom while the boys discussed work and tried out the espresso machine. We kissed at the end of the bed, let our robes fall to the ground and shivered in the cool air. “Let’s get under the covers.” I giggled, and we did, snuggling under the warm blankets while we kissed and played. She told me I was funny, which tickled me in the nicest way. We laughed when she tried to lick me under the covers and almost perished from heat exhaustion. She made me cum with her tongue and fingers. She told me how hot she thinks it is when I cum for her. I finally told her that her voice haunts me for days after we’re together. It does.