Frat Wars : King of Thieves

“I was never uncertain about you.”
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Even from that first night. I swear I looked at you, covered in dirt and leaves and sitting next to my piss, and I thought, yep. He’s the guy I’m going to marry.”

I follow his instructions, and as I’m letting out the breath, Bailey works another finger in me. I’ve lost track of how many of them fill my ass; all I know is there are entirely too many digits and not enough dick.

Hey, I never claimed to be cool.
Turning into a whining puddle of need while your boyfriend is rimming you has to be frat as fuck, and if it isn’t, I’ll argue the point.