"Not yet," I grinned, reaching for her.
But she just bit her lip as if deciding, then slid off my lap! I looked up at her, at a loss. "We need another beer," she declared.
"Now?"
"Yep," she chirped, and danced off, sweaty and naked to that damned kitchen.
Oh well, I guess that meant I'd last longer when she got back...
The girl needed to learn how to open bottles faster. My d**k was throbbing by the time she finally got back. It occurred to me that she had probably been making me wait intentionally.
She handed me my beer and snuggled down next to me on the couch.
"Last two," she giggled as she took a sip.
"Last?" I asked idly. "I thought you said there were seven."
Her brows furrowed almost worriedly. "I guess Maddie must have drink one, the cunt."
Okay, here's the thing. I hate
