Three out of four. Three out of four. God, why did he answer those questions because she was doing things to him he really didn’t think should happen when laughter is involved.
“N-Nno…” he squirmed but then she blew in his ear and he groaned again, turning his head away and ducked it down against her shoulder, shuddering. “N-no fair, no fair…” Jack whispered before bringing a hand up, and boldly pressed it to one of her breasts, squeezing through the clothes.
“L-little miss naughty h-huh?”
“Y-Yeah,” she gasped out, feeling her body warm even more at his touch as he touched her own weak spot, her pale face splashing with red. She bit her lip, the laughter dying only to be replaced with shaky breaths and body shudders of pleasure.
Ice and Brains
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Jack Maple 