With sunlight comes the hangover. With blue light, panic.
Pictures last longer… Or do they? How old is he again?? Slut xx
Oh fuck. Fuck.
An attachment.
A reel from a photo booth.
Me and our bitch boss’s hot college-age son…
Cheek-to-cheek. Wide-eyed innocence. Cherry-red pout.
Licking his face.
Head buried in his lap while he holds my hair, eyes rolled back.
I dive under the covers, stomach churning.
Footsteps from the kitchen…
There he is. Big grin, bigger cock.
Oh Gawd.
I toss the covers off and reel him in with a curled finger.
I need a stress release!
