Rex
Seated here under this moonlight, having Debbie’s head on my lap and feeling the soft weight of her body against my thighs, was creating a kind of unwanted yet satisfying heat inside me.
The way that short nightdress showed off her thighs and legs, as the robe poured to one side. The garden was quiet, but my blood was roaring. I could smell the perfume I gave her—that warm, sweet scent. It was mixing with the cool night air and the scent of her own skin. I don't know why, but I was already rock-hard, my trousers already feeling way too tight.
I tried to breathe slowly; I didn't want to come off like a predator. All she wanted was to rest her head. It would probably be bad if she found out I was hard already.
But then, Debbie, on the other hand, had other plans. She moved. Her hand
