Climbing out of the pool for a quickie in a nearby corner, away from friends. Their suit bottoms pushed to the side as you ram deep inside, their bra gradually sliding down their shoulders with every urgent thrust. The loose droplets of water shaking from their hair and dripping
Don’t start talking to me and expect me not to get obsessed. It’s a slippery slope. One minute we’re having a sweet conversation the next I’m thinking if I can kidnap you and have you locked away in my basement so I always have access to you. How could I ever want to let you go?