Pill popped, alcohol consumed, what was left to do? Our hands found butts and breasts again, and stomachs, and hips. Sexvideo Sliding them along Haylie’s soft lips, noticing the lack of hair and wondering how long she had this planned for. Haylie grabbed my hand and bid me follow her as she forced her way back to the exit. “Oh, just things.”
Turning back to the bar to help Haylie grab our drinks, I was overcome with a strong sense of happiness. Through our breasts, we could feel our heartbeats, perfectly rhythmic, our breathing an exchange of air; me in, her out, her in, me out. The beat began to slow, and with it the multitudes of bodies.
