“Hello there, Devin Preston.”
In front of me was an absolutely beautiful young Amer-Asian woman of maybe five feet two, in a charcoal spaghetti strap cocktail dress. Pornhat To the left of her delicate patch of hair was a small red tattoo of some kind, small enough that it would be hidden if she actually were wearing panties, and too tiny for me to make out from across the table. I’ve got to get back before my parents find out I’m not in the room. And each time she drew me in she lingered longer, and longer, blurring the line between where one kiss ended and another began. Story number two.
