Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -... Direct

And he did. For about an hour.

She reached over and squeezed his knee. "And you love it."

"One what?" he panted.

He groaned. But when she looked up at him with that little smirk, he knew he was a dead man. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Shaiden’s laugh filled the car. "Oh, honey. Next weekend. I’m just getting started." End. Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...

"One down. Two to go. At least." Saturday morning, he woke to the smell of coffee and the weight of her straddling his hips. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, already naked beneath the rumpled sheets. "I made you breakfast. But first…" She slid down his body. "Dessert."

"And you said no." Her smile was pure wickedness. "But now we’re here. No cell service. No neighbors. Just you and me… and my growing need to drain every last bit of stress out of you." And he did

He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t. His brain was too empty—drained, you might say—to form a coherent argument.

Then her hand found his thigh. "You know," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, "I’ve been thinking about this drive up here all week. Watching you concentrate on the road. Your jaw. Your hands on the wheel." Her fingers traced higher. "I’ve been patient." "And you love it

She didn’t ask. She took.

But as she merged onto the highway, her hand still resting on his leg, he smiled. "Same time next month?"