Everybody knew not to stop what you were doing when somebody told you they were about to come. So, I kept my hands where they were and didn’t stop kissing my baby until her teeth sank into my bottom lip and she quivered against me.
She came as quiet as she could with my hand over her mouth. I didn’t move my hand until the last shudders had worked through her.
“F-fuck,” Harlow cried into my torso sometime later. Her chest heaved under my hands and the choppy rhythm of her heart began to mellow out. “I thought that was a myth.”
“What?”
“Coming from kissing and nipple play.” She exhaled and stepped back, creating the first sliver of distance between us since we walked in.
“I need to freshen up.”
“I’ll help you.”
The lines on her forehead tugged my lips up in a grin. “What? I’m the reason you made a mess.”
Defeated but smiling, she turned around and turned the sink on. “Straight to hell,” she mumbled, reminding me of our earlier conversation.
Taking one of the thick towels, I unfolded it, laughing to myself. I was worried about coming in my pants, but I made her come in hers.
Our parents would lose their fucking minds if they knew what we were up to in this bathroom, and that still didn’t make me want to stop.
Harlow’s Fuck-It List
Have an orgasm from oral ?
Make out until I come ?
More dry humping ?
Make him come in his pants
Swallowing ?
Snowballing
