True Grave
Make The Wrong Things Right
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2010
- Location
- Where The Fight Takes Me
Brandon smiled through the kiss, having built up enough trust that she was willing to touch him there. His secret was just patience and respect. Brandon was a very confident and secure guy, a real man, so to speak. All that he had to do was express his feelings in an adoring way, and she would do the same. He respected Ashley too much to make her feel like she was used. As he continued a dual assault on his package, he began to pant.
Brandon stopped kissing her for a minute and looked her in the eyes.
"Ashley...Your loving is so good that I can barely stand up. Please lay with me, and let us continue to show our affection."
Brandon gently took her hands and slowly guided her toward the bed. He sat down on the edge and waited for her to sit down. He looked into her eyes and smiled charmingly before giving her a wink.
Brandon stopped kissing her for a minute and looked her in the eyes.
"Ashley...Your loving is so good that I can barely stand up. Please lay with me, and let us continue to show our affection."
Brandon gently took her hands and slowly guided her toward the bed. He sat down on the edge and waited for her to sit down. He looked into her eyes and smiled charmingly before giving her a wink.