anda felt his hand hand on your knee.

“Babe, I’m trying to watch some Mickey Mouse.” anda say, slightly annoyed.

He leans in, and whispers in your ear, “Are anda nervous yet?”

anda knew this game, and anda weren’t going to give in.

So anda didn’t answer, and just stared at the TV.

He inches his hand up a little. “How bout now?”

anda just ignore him.

Another few inches. “Are anda nervous yet ?” He was right starting to reach your thigh.

anda change the channel just to tampil anda aren’t phased at all.

His hands goes up a little more. “Are anda nervous yet?”

Still no response from you.

His hand was now on your inner thigh, right oleh the zipper of your jeans.

And anda start laughing like crazy.

He keeps his hand there, but smiles. “What’s so funny?”

“It tickles.” anda giggle.

“Really?” He asks curiously, leaning in.

Lips crash, sparks fly. It’s all a blur. The selanjutnya thing anda know, both your shirts are across the room, his body on puncak, atas of yours, hands going up from your hips and under your bra.

His hands go behind your back, snapping your bra apart, and tossing it aside.

anda tug off his shorts, and he kicks them off.

His hands go down, stopping at the waistband of your pants.

He unbuttons the button and pulls down the zipper. He tugs them off, slowly.

“WHOA!” Steve yells from the doorway.

“What the fuck do anda think you’re doing?” Soda asks, covering up your mostly naked body.

“Well I was going to gabung y’all for some Mickey mouse but noooo anda couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Steve grins, rolling his eyes.

“Out!” Soda yells.

“But it was getting to the good part!”

“Out!”