Japanese Soccer

With her fingers twined in her little toy’s hair, my blonde lawyer shoved that beautiful face into her wet cunt and sighed audibly. Erin lay on top of her, pressing her lips to the creamy skin of Helen’s shoulder. I’d let tonight play out however it was meant to, according to Helen’s wishes. I’m taking Danni to brunch. Whatever it was… something had compelled me to wake up before seven in the morning without any desire to go back to sleep. “Sounds like quite the night.”

“Hope you’ll take pity and go easy on me this morning,” I said. “Say it,” I said, pulling my face from Bobbi’s chest as I slid my hands on each side of her head, holding firmly to it to make sure she could look nowhere else but directly at me. I sipped my coffee and idly watched as the personal trainer, still laughing at whatever Erin had said, lightly touched Erin on the arm, her fingertips tracing along its length and