About me: sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my
thigh with her fingernails, sending a shiver
through me. "You still want to fuck my brains
out tonight?" She cooed. I said yes, I would
happily keep her wet and jumping all night long.
When Darlene came, no one could doubt that she
wasn't faking. Her tendency to "let
go" in bed meant that she was prone to
outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes downright
dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing
wildly about the bed. Arm in arm, we climbed the
