"Mine. Unless you live closer than the next block where I'm staying." It was a no-brainer, and I had to blurt it out before it looked like I had doubts.
I wouldn't normally do what happened next. We were almost intertwined, my cock rock hard, in a crowded pub, but I had to do it. I had to feel those lips on mine. I leaned back in and we started making out. Tongues darting. Teeth nipping at my bottom lip. Faaaaaaaaaaaarrrrkkkkkkkkk.
My hands had a mind of their own, and latched onto her butt cheeks, and squeezed, pulling her roughly into me. What's causing that dampness, I wonder ...
"Excuse me!" a raucously loud female voice announces.
We both stop and look across.
"What the FUCK Sarah?!" Grace yells in exasperation.
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Scottish Lust
RomanceTwo redditors, random strangers, having met online, co-write this erotic adventure. They take turns writing segments, with neither knowing where the other intends to take the story. Have a read and become part of the erotic twists and turns.
