Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
D and I had a long morning of running errands and cleaning up from the weekend. It was midafternoon by the time he finally sat on the couch with a huff. I grinned as I straddled his lap, my hands planting against his pecs. A soft moan slipped from D as I ground the crotch of my little cotton shorts against the zipper of his jeans and leaned in to press my mouth to his softly. “I haven’t seen you go potty in a while,” I murmured against his lips.
His hands shifted on my hips, and I could tell he was getting anxious. My fingers moved down his belly to the waistline of his jeans, and I pulled the material up so I could peek inside. He was wearing his cartoon training pants instead of boxers. I moaned and looked up at him. “You aren’t gonna have an accident for Mommy, are you?”