The Forbidden Act Of Self-pleasure In The Human Body

My breathing came out in quick pants, and I dropped a hand to his wrist, urging him on. If I had to pinpoint one thing in my life that struck true, undiluted fear into me, it was flying. “It’s turbulence, Kris,” he muttered, not opening his eyes. The plane shook once more. “The parties are great, though. In the small amount of light, I could see his two fingers glistening with my juices. Everybody settled into their seats, fastening their belts and trying to get somewhat comfortable in the tight space. My stomach leaped when I felt it the moment the wheels left contact with the ground below us. Our journey went on, and I tried my hardest to just relax like my dad had said. “How is college?”
He barked out a quiet laugh. “Maybe if you stopped your man-spreading you wouldn’t feel it.”
“Kris, you’re less than half the size of me.