Playtime
"Come here," Nisha says after she's done undressing.
I'm still unbuttoning my shirt. "Wait, I'll—"
She grabs me and rips it apart. The buttons come flying around the place, clattering on the wooden floor. She does the same to my pants, pulling them down so hard that my hard pp gets hurt.
"Argh!" I grunt in pain.
Gasping, she says, "I'm so sorry!"
"I'm okay." I sigh it away. "The pain's gone. Now, how do you wanna do this?"
With a smile, she bites her lower lip and says, "I don't know, just. . ." and claps her hands in a way that sounds like the sound we make when our bodies are ramming.
"You asked for it," I say, jumping on her and tickling her sides. She laughs, protecting herself with her arms. Then I make her lie down on her belly.
That's when I start giving her what she wants.
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