Arabella

It was hard to sit still on his thigh when I could feel his dick poking my ass. I was no different from him because my flimsy lacy panties were soaking wet, it had been from the very moment I walked into that room. I knew there was definitely a wet splotch on my nightdress. He didn't make it any easier, listening to him talk about our future, about the house and all the things we were going to do, didn't just make me giddy with excitement. It made me hot and bothered. Especially knowing that all of these things he was talking about were things that I told...