.yeah. Don't fucking stop." Lacey said with her hands wrapped in Luke's hair. The position was making it possible for Luke to slid all the way into L...cey. He kept wanting to take things slow, but it seemed like every time he was near her he couldn't help himself. He could feel her walls squeezing him, pumping him for all he had. "Oh God...you feel amazing." Luke groaned out. Lacey slid her hands over his back, feeling the muscles there. She felt the power underneath those muscles. Luke hit a. Patrick had asked me if I’d ever like to try it again and I recall blushing furiously and eagerly nodding my head. That was almost two months ago, and we haven’t discussed it again. Just the thought of playing with menthol again, especially with Patrick, has my whole body buzzing as we pay for our purchases and walk back to the flat. I’m practically trotting with eagerness while he’s as calm and contained as ever, although a smile keeps dancing on his features in response to my clear. Laura pulled herself tight to me, resting her head on my shoulder, covering my face with her hair. In that instant, it struck me that she had not cut her hair significantly over the last year. Just the odd trim to sort out her split ends. It was now halfway down her back another year or so and she would be back to the length she always had it before. This made me smile, even through her next two words.“Fuck you, this is all new to me, to both of us. I get scared every time. You know why,” she. I spent twenty minutes getting as much peach juice as I could, though I had more in my mouth than on my face. We fucked really hard for close to fifteen minutes, then relaxed in a bubble bath.“Damn, Steve, where am I going to find somebody who can fuck me that good and who’s as nice as you, not to mention can cook, help me with my studying, and generally take good care of me?”“Well, I’ll still be your friend, Peaches. So, except for the sex, I’ll still be available.”“Naw, you’ll have to spend.