Chapter 128 Don’t Be Kind, Disqualified

• I continued humming my made-up tune as he climbed the steps of the steep, dimly lit staircase. My hands reached for his ass. I ran my right down the inside of his pants, reaching the hard, hardened muscle, the completely rounded and perfect little ass.
• - What a hot ass, disqualified. – I watched, as everything spun around me as my head swung from above his body, looking at the floor.
• As soon as we got to the hallway, he let me down and grabbed my jaw with his fingers, making me look at him: