![]() ![]() ![]() His smile faltered only a second before he said, “C’mon. Just like I’m Twitch sometimes, but I’m also…” My eyes widened. Not wanting him to know that, I teased, “You’re my stalker. The feminist in me booed and hissed, while the horny teenager in me slumped against a wall and sighed dreamily. Looking up at me, he stated, “You do pretty, you won’t get rid of me.”įor Twitch, that was kind of sweet. ![]() I don’t do pretty, but I like women who do pretty.” I like my gifts to be wrapped in sexy.” Trailing a fingertip from my belly button down to the top of my mound, he muttered, “I like my women in silk and lace, frills and bows. Snapping out of his daze, he offered, “A body like this is a gift. His hands travelled up my sides, then over my breasts and back down. He pulled me towards him so I stood between his legs. I’m not used to being scrutinised so close up. Sitting, his eyes took in my body as if he were undressing me with his eyes. Making a slingshot with them, he flung them across my room, then stalked over to the bed. He took a pair of my pink cotton panties and stretched them between his fingers. I found him in my room when I got home, and at seeing my selection of underwear, he curled his lip in disgust. I text him back, telling him that I would meet him and that he’d better be ready to talk. Truthfully, learning about Twitch is more important to me than anything. But all I could think about was how much lost time we had to make up for. ![]()
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