If I’m number six, then I’m not really special. XXX She wasn’t that type of girl, she informed him. He headed to Allison’s bathroom, and looked in her laundry hamper. As they both lay there recuperating, she started to run her hand along his arm in a tender caress. His eyes got big, and he couldn’t speak for a couple of seconds. She glanced at the floor of the shower and saw rose colored water draining away. Yes, this is what she needed. “You’re pathetic!!”
Mark glared at her. Mark reached down between her legs and pinched one of her pussy lips. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Mark. “I will do anything you want me to do; I will be anything you want me to be.
