No Longer Bi-Curious (12)
Kate’s time has come.
Ellie grabbed a hand towel and wiped my cum from her chin, neck, and breasts; then buttoned and tucked in her shirt. She knew damn well she was super cute, but never-the-less asked, “How do I look?” I was starving and not really in the mood for games; but responded, “Do I look like Ben Stiller to you, Cameron?” She just smiled, ran her fingers through her forelock, and checked the result. Ellie assumed the position of the...