Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I love when Zoey comes over for a sleepover. We have so much fun together, and I can tell her anything. We were laying in my bed listening to music and just talking the other night. Her head was on my pillow, and my head was resting on her thighs. Nearly a sixty-nine position or like yin and yang. We were both wearing only panties and our bedtime tank tops. She’d gone quiet for a few minutes when I asked her, “Zoey, what are you thinking about?”
She snickered, “Boys.” My eyes rolled.
“You’re always thinking about boys,” I complained with a heavy sigh. She rolled over onto her back and bent one knee, which showed me the center of her tiny cotton panties. She cooed about how much she couldn’t help it.
