We were on his bed. The door was closed. The Eagles Greatest Hit CD, our go to make-out soundtrack, was on the stereo and RJ’s mouth had found that perfect spot on my neck, the triangle of lust. “You have no idea what that does to me!” I said, while inhaling the scent of Tide from his shirt.
Take it easy on me
Take it easy on me
Take it easy on me
We were on his bed. The door was closed. The Eagles Greatest Hit CD, our go to make-out soundtrack, was on the stereo and RJ’s mouth had found that perfect spot on my neck, the triangle of lust. “You have no idea what that does to me!” I said, while inhaling the scent of Tide from his shirt.