Realizing her shirt was up and I was hunched over her, “What… What are you doing?” she said. Chelsea would frequently drunk dial us in the middle of the night. xxx I kissed the tops of her feet then licked her toes for just a moment, before I worked my way back up her legs. She had her sister’s ID and would always go to the clubs and bars in the city. Realizing her shirt was up and I was hunched over her, “What… What are you doing?” she said. Compulsively, I snapped back down and bit her nipple as hard as my jaw would let me. They looked like dark pink marshmallows sitting on her tanned chest, surprisingly thick.
