![]() ![]() ![]() White lace thong to match her tiny white tank, I’d say. My eyes widen a little when she steps out of them and I see she’s wearing a small white lace thong. Smirking, I slide my hands down her hips to the edge of the shorts and lower them to the ground. ![]() Nat gasps then groans and holds onto my shoulders for support. Throwing the shoulder pads down, I run my thumbs over her nipples. She isn’t wearing a bra and her tits look incredible through the thin material. I carefully lift the shoulder pads off her and my gaze lowers to her tiny white tank top. Something about getting this little woman all mussed up makes me happy. Her red hair comes free and her anger-flushed face makes my dick stand to attention. She stomps over to me and I pull the helmet off slowly. Looking bothered as hell, she sneers, “Can I take this shit off for now?” It’s not so funny anymore, now it’s turning me on. Padded shorts, shoulder pads and helmet included. The clanking comes back down the hall and I look up to see Nat wearing my old football uniform. It took some digging and bringing up some really shitty memories, but if this works, it’ll be worth it. There’s a whole lot of junk in there, but I was only after one thing in particular. This afternoon I told Max to man the security room while I made a quick stop at my storage unit. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |