Pulling off my skirt, I noticed him reach into the half-open drawer of his nightstand next to his bed. Tube8 He must have shot ten blasts into me, each as loaded as the one before, painting my walls. I could feel my body pulsing as my heart pounded. Seeing Josh again I was a little ashamed, unsure of how I should feel. He complimented my big blue eyes, and sometimes I swear I could tell he was getting lost in them. I know I clumsily stumbled toward the house, and the next thing I remember is sitting in the shower. “Yeah, you like?”
“Yeah I mean I like it but…
