The Masked Surprise – Jeleana Marie
“Hold on,” I yell back up. I teenager wanted it to consume me. It was the best thing in the world. After she had flushed her birth control sponge down the toilet, in 18yo Lisa’s haste to leave the bathroom and climb back into bed with John (so that they could continue their “unfinished business” together), Lisa had closed John’s bedroom door behind her–but she had neglected to lock the bedroom door. I hot wanted to have roleplay his baby, too. “Rim her,” moaned Mom.
