My Naughty Time

I know how much you love it when I act like the proper girlfriend in front of all of your friends and family.  And I was really surprised the other day when you mentioned introducing me to your parents, it seems like such a big thing.  I know how hard you work
to make them proud and I wanted to be my very best for you.  So I resisted putting on the short little black dress because I knew your mother wouldn’t approve, I know how judgmental you’ve said she is.  I found that long silky dress that you love, the one that clings in all of the right places and I wore a soft sweater over it in the hopes of pleasing her as well.  But you know me, I couldn’t possibly go through the whole evening wearing panties.  Not when I’ve got you right next to me and all I can think about is feeling you inside of me.  I had a really nice time at dinner with them and looking at pictures of you as a kid with your mom.  Your dad didn’t treat me like I was dumb at all and I think I actually impressed him with everything I knew about his job(with your coaching!).  The whole time though I was looking at you, your muscular arms under that tight shirt, the way you gave me that devilish look every time they weren’t looking, and I wanted you more and more.  I was thankful for that sweater because I could cover my rock hard nipples with it.  So imagine my surprise when you snuck into the bathroom behind me and pushed me up against the sink, hiking my skirt up my hips.  You had to cover my mouth with your strong hand to keep my moans by being heard by your mom as she washed the dishes in the next room.  I’ve never cum so hard, knowing we could be caught but wanted you even more.  You always know how to fill me up in every way.  Then we went back to the living room after I straightened myself up and watched your old football tapes as if nothing ever happened.  That’s what I love about you, your ability to make me hot in the most inappropriate places!

Your girlfriend,
Adrianna

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