“Karly Morton” she said. The more drunk Kelly got, the closer she sat to me. XXX Then she poured her heart out to me. No phone numbers exchanged, no social media, not even her second name. I almost choked on my food. With that in mind, girls night more often than not, was a night in with wine and movies. Kelly arched her back, and looked back at me, eyes begging, in signal that she was giving herself to me. This hot, toned, sexual womans body exposed in front of me, begging to be fucked. Kelly was sitting in pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt that was a little tight, showing the shape of her tits and a line of toned skin above the waistband of her bottoms.
