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You never had a great relationship with your body. Not loving the way that your breasts would fall into your armpits when you laid down flat, your stomach wasn’t the cute kind of round that people always associated with curvy women. You even hid your double chin under the hem of your shirt while you were reading on the couch or watching TV with Brett.
You had such an awful relationship with your body that even when you were making love with Brett, you’d always wear a shirt, have the lights off, or hid yourself under the covers.
Brett tried to break you out of this thought process with your body he really did. But he also knew that pushing you harder would also just push you deeper into the hole that you were digging for yourself.
But he saw it in your eyes that no matter how many praises he gave you, no matter how much he tried to show you in his words and actions that you were truly the most beautiful thing to him; you never really believed him.
Fuck did that piss him off more than anything in the world. You were so beautiful inside and out and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why you never believed that.
He’d watch you with your girlfriends; who were taking you out on the town for your birthday one night. Putting you in an outfit that had Brett absolutely feral at the sight of you, but he’d also see how you’d pull your shirt down at every given opportunity. How at pool parties hosted by the station’s families; you’d wear a one-piece and a big t-shirt to cover up. He’d watch as you ordered things online and tried them on, watching how excited you were only to see you deflate as nothing fit the way you wanted it too.
And more recently he watched you start to climb back into that old, familiar shell; hiding from even him now.
Brett wasn’t going to have any of that. No fucking way. Not his girl. He was going to show you; you were loved exactly as you are.
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He cornered you in your shared bedroom one night. He took in the sight of you laid out on the bed, paperback in hand wearing his CAL-FIRE shirt with the hem covering your chin and a pair of soft shorts. He smiled to himself and walked over to you.
“Hi sweetheart.” He purred, walking over to you before crawling towards your side of the bed, sprawling out next to you. “Whatcha reading?”
You smiled as you felt his arm snake around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his warm body.
“Just the newest book from that author I like.” You beamed.
“Oh! You’ve been really looking forward to that one, haven’t you?” He said with genuine interest in his voice.
“Yeah, I have!”
“Is it good?”
“So far yes! Although I’m only a few chapters in.”
“Good. Then you won’t mind taking a break.” He said before gripping the top of your book and tossing it onto your night stand.
“Hey!” You shouted playfully, reaching out for your stolen book. But, stopped as you watched, Brett move over the top of you, straddling your hips. He smiled knowing he’s got your full attention now.
“Hey., sweetheart.” He smiled and leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips.
You hummed in satisfaction and kissed him back, letting him deepen the kiss. Brett was always so good at this part, taking his time, letting you open up to him, letting you soften under his touches. You’d spent so many nights just like this kissing on the bed or on the couch. Grinding your core into his hard erection through his pants just making out and dry humping each other and sometimes you both came even from it too.
He broke the kiss and started kissing down the length of your neck till he got to the hem of his shirt. “How many of these have you stolen now?” He asked, his tongue sliding along the length of your throat, before he pulled the hem down a bit to suck at the skin right by your collarbone.
You chuckled, running your hands through his hair. “Maybe about five.”
“Five?!” Brett chuckled, pulling his face away from your neck to look at the sparkle in your eyes. Before he whispered in your ear. “Well, I’m going to take this one back tonight.”
He started pressing kisses against your body through the material of his shirt. Kissing all the way down to your tummy, working his hands down to your shorts and you were only too happy to help him in removing the shorts.
But when his hands wandered back up starting to take the hem of his shirt up with it. You placed your hands on his.
“Brett.” You whispered, feeling that dark cloud starting to form over in your mind, ridding your body of all of the tingly warming sensations Brett was building in you.
Brett sighed, playing with the hem of his shirt, just barely seeing your rounded tummy and the faded stretch marks there.
Before his eyes went back to yours.
“You know your beautiful right?” He said softly, pressing another kiss to your stomach.
You just scoffed, looking away from Brett now, trying not to let the tears come.
“It pains me that you don’t know this. That you don’t know that I fucking worship the ground you walk on. That I love everything about you, including this.” He said the last part in a hiss; grabbing your chin and bringing it up so Brett could see the sheen of unshed tears in your eyes.
“I will say it every day in case that’s what you need me to do in order to get that through your gorgeous head of yours.” He said his eyes lit with a fire you’ve never seen in him before. They were filled with so much frustration and love for you.
He sighed and let go of your chin, sitting back on his calves, his hands never left your body, just gently stroking up and down your tummy still covered in his shirt.
Brett let out another sigh. “But I guess words just aren’t enough for you anymore.” He said and you felt your heart drop for a minute before he started again. “I guess it’s time for more drastic measures.” He said firmly, before he reached in his back pocket and grabbed a pair of handcuffs and in a swift move grabbed both of your hands and clasped each of your hands to the metal bedframe.
“Brett!” You squealed.
He smiled, taking in the sight of you helpless in front of him. “My dearest love.” He purred. “I think it’s time for some exposure therapy.”
“Exposure therapy?” You said softly.
“You obviously don’t think you’re beautiful in that silly head of yours.” He said softly kissing your forehead. “And no matter what I say it’s not sinking in, so it’s time for more drastic measures. Hence the exposure therapy. I am going to have my wicked, wicked way with you; while you are completely naked underneath me.” He groaned, kissing your lips again.
“I’m going to take my time, exploring every fucking inch of you, while you squirm and writhe under me.” He moaned again, kissing your neck and sucking harshly on a spot to start the makings of a bruise there.
“And the best part? I’m going to do all of this without taking off a single piece of my clothing.” He purred, his large hands going under the shirt and palming your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples, causing the warm sensation in the pit of your stomach to stir again.
“Maybe if I do this. If I keep you naked underneath me and show you just how much I crave this body, how hard it gets me, how much I love eating you up. It’ll finally sink in how much I love you and maybe you’ll love yourself a little bit more too.”
You scoffed. “Well jokes on you. Cuz’ I’m still wearing the shirt!” You said haughtily, shaking your hands to let Brett hear the rattle of the handcuffs against the metal frame. Thinking that you showed Brett the minor hitch in his genius plan.
Brett laughed. “Sweetheart. You forgot that I am a fireman. I put out fires but I also go to trauma scenes and I have my ACLS. I always come prepared.” He said reaching into his side pocket again and grabbing a pair of trauma sheers. “I told you I’d be taking this shirt back.” He smiled.
Your eyes widened as he placed the cool sheers against your skin and started snipping up the length of his shirt; showing more and more of your skin as the fabric fell away.
“Your crazy!” You screeched, pulling on the cuffs again.
“Don’t bother, sweetheart.” Brett cooed as he finished off the shirt, cutting it away from your arms and pulling the material all the way off of you. “Those are police-issued, courtesy of my old friend Sammy.” He smiled, leaning back on his calves and taking in the sight of you.
His breathing became more ragged as he took in the sight of you completely naked and underneath him with absolutely no way to hide from his gaze. Causing you to squirm under his lust-filled gaze, the only sounds in the room the metallic clinking of the handcuffs and yours and Brett’s breathing.
“Brett.” You whispered softly. “Please.”
“Please what sweetheart?” He said cocking his head slightly, still sitting back on his calves; just looking at you. Taking in the sight of your body laid bare just for him, like you were a work of art and a feast all wrapped into one.
“Stop.” You sighed, trying to turn your head to the side. “Stop staring at me.” You whispered the last part, low enough you were hoping that Brett didn’t catch it. But of course, he did.
“Never.” He said simply. “You are my favorite thing in the world.” He said leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Even if you aren’t your own favorite thing right now.”
You felt tears start to prickle in your eyes. “Why are you doing this?” You asked softly.
“Because I think every now and then we all need some reminding of how much we are loved. And you my dearest love, need it the most right now.” He said softly, nudging his nose back and forth against yours, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears away from your eyes. “Now you’re going to lay there as I love you.” He said his tone holding more of that lust from earlier, as he pressed kisses to your neck; earning a low groan from you as he sucked the spot right under your ear.
“I’m going to show you just how much; I love this fucking body.” He groaned into your ear, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips as he said. “And how much I love fucking this body.” He chuckled, earning a scoff from you.
His lips traveled down your neck, his tongue darting out to lick the hollow of your throat, before he pressed kisses to the tops of your breasts and pulled away.
He took in the sight of your breasts, heavy against your chest and slightly lifted from the position of your arms; your chest lifting with every soft breath you take.
Brett’s big hands grabbed your breasts, rubbing circles into your nipples again, causing you to arch your back a bit into his touch. He grabbed and pushed them together before letting them go and watching them fall back into their spots almost into your armpits, before doing it again. He groaned and pressed a kiss to your sternum, earning a low moan from you.
“I’m going to enjoy watching these bounce like mad, when I’m fucking you.” He growled. You watched in eager anticipation as Brett leaned forward and traced his tongue around your nipples, giving each one the same attention of running his tongue around the bud, before sucking it into his mouth; earning a low groan from you; before he pulled away again.
He brought a hand up to your sternum and you watched as he dragged his fingertips down your sternum and towards your belly. You watched as his fingers traced the divots and valleys of your stomach; truly exploring your body and taking the time to see all of you. Taking in the small scars there from when you were younger from playing too rough with your friends. Down to the bottom of your stomach tracing the faded stretch marks there, and you found yourself looking away from the sight. Feeling a wash a shame crash over your body.
Of course, Brett noticed.
“Eyes on me.” He growled, leaning down and placing kisses all over your stomach on each of the scars there and the faded stretch marks. His hands moving up and down on the stretch marks on your hips, like he was keeping himself grounded by tracing your skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful baby.” He purred. His tongue cheekily tracing around your belly button, causing you to suck in your stomach in a gasp; earning another smirk from Brett.
“You’re going to watch every moment, that I spend worshipping this beautiful body of yours.”
His hands moved from your hips to your legs, moving them so your legs were on either side of his hips, opening you fully to him. He groaned taking in the sight of your pussy, gleaming with arousal for him.
“See? Your body knows exactly just how much you affect me. It’s just your silly mind. Let your body do the talking sweetheart.” He moaned, pressing another kiss to your stomach, as his hands traced back up from your hips to your tummy. He groaned as he grabbed fistfuls of your stomach, massaging the skin; getting you used to having him touch you there.
“Brett.” You whined, wanting him desperately to move on and away from your stomach. Because in some messed up part of your brain; him touching you there felt more intimate than him touching your sex.
“I know sweetheart.” He cooed. “You don’t like me touching this.” He said simply leaning down again and pressing another kiss to your stomach. “But I love all of you. Even the parts you hate. And this session isn’t for you. It’s for me. And I plan on taking my time with each part of you.” He groaned, his hands moving away from your stomach and back up to your breasts, pressing them up and letting them go to watch them bounce again.
“God, I love these.” He smirked, earning a light chuckle from you. “There’s my girl.” He praised, his eyes going back down to your sex, earning a low whimper from you when he took his thumb and gently rubbed circles into your clit; causing your hips to buck. Brett smiled again. “Sensitive aren’t we sweetheart?”
You nodded, begging with your eyes for more, which Brett was only too happy to oblige. You let out a high keen, at the feel of Brett’s finger sinking deep into your pussy. Moving it in that ‘come here’ motion that drove you absolutely insane.
“Brett.” You moaned, pulling slightly on the cuffs.
He hummed, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your pussy sucking in his finger and proceeded to add another one. His fingers pumping in and out, while his other hand massaged your clit; building that familiar ‘tell-tale’ sign of your approaching orgasm.
“Look at how beautiful you look for me sweetheart, your pussy clenching my fingers so tight, your skin so soft under my hands and your lips look so fucking kissable right now.” He teased, leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I know you’re gonna cum, sweetheart. It’s okay, you can cum all over my fingers.”
And it was like his words held some kind of magic because after a few more swipes of his fingers on your clit, you did exactly that. Your wrists ached as your back arched into Brett’s hands, his fingers never stopping the steady pumping motions of his fingers as you rode out the waves of your first orgasm.
“So, fucking beautiful.” He cooed, looking positively entranced by the flood of your arousal on his hands. Slowing his fingers to let you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm, before he gently pulled them out of you.
“Brett. Take these off now. You made your point.” You said, your voice shaky from your orgasm. Brett looked back up at you and smiled.
“Not a chance sweetheart.” He said simply, before shimming further down the bed, grabbing your thighs spreading you wider, placing your ankles over his shoulders; watching as he lowered his face to your pussy. “I told you this was just for me.”
“Please Brett!” You whined, shaking your wrists again; trying in vain to get out of the handcuffs.
“Stop that sweetheart, I don’t want you hurting yourself while I’m trying to enjoy my meal.” He chastised.
You let out a low moan as you felt Brett tongue your pussy. His tongue lathered up and down your pussy, gathering your arousal from your previous orgasm and earning a low hum of approval from Brett. His tongue traveled up to your clit and swirled around the bud, before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard on your clit.
You let out a gasp pulling on the handcuffs again. “Brett, please baby I want to touch you.” You whined, feeling your hands itch to bury themselves in his silver and gray curls.
Brett said nothing as he sucked on your clit, only shook his head and chuckled against your pussy. “Too good.” He said simply. “All mine.” He growled like a starved man, his tongue picking up the pace and his fingers joining back in their previous position; causing you to arch your back again.
“Fuck Brett! I’m gonna cum again.” You keened.
Brett just nodded against your pussy; fingers picking up the pace as his tongue did the same motion over and over, trying to bring your second orgasm over the edge. With another push of his fingers, you let out a cry as you came all over Brett’s face, his fingers gentled as he helped you ride out the aftershocks of your second orgasm of the night; his tongue lapping up your arousal like it was the remnants of a five-star meal and Brett just had to lick the bowl clean.
You watched as Brett lifted his face from your pussy, licking his lips. His thumb circling your clit, and looking like he was thinking heavily about going in for seconds.
“Brett please. I need you. I need all of you. Please.” You moaned.
Brett let out a sigh, looking away from your dripping pussy, just begging for another session with his tongue. “Okay sweetheart.” He said getting back up to his knees, bringing your ankles back down from his shoulders and keeping you spread open for him like before. He reached for his belt and started undoing his pants, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. You watched with baited breath as Brett, rubbed his thumb over the leaking tip. He pumped his cock twice as he took in the sight of you bare before him, that blissed out look on your face after two orgasms.
“Can’t ever deny you anything can I?”
You shook your head, lifting your hips in invitation; earning a chuckle from Brett as he placed a pillow under your hips, before lining himself up to your entrance. Brett rubbed the head of his cock against your sensitive pussy lips and smiled again as you let out a soft hiss. Before he slowly pushed the head of his cock inside of you; earning a low groan from the both of you.
“Always so tight for me sweetheart.” He whispered more to himself than to you, pulling his cock slowly in and out of you; bottoming out every time to let you get used to the feeling of him stretching you. Then he started picking up his pace, his hips thrusting harder into yours and you watched his shit-eating grin plaster on his face as your titties started bouncing with each thrust of his hips.
“Fuck! My beautiful girl. So perfect for me.” He moaned, his hands coming up to grab handfuls of your tits again, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. He smiled to himself again as he pressed your tits together and lathered his tongue around your nipples; causing you to clench hard around Brett’s cock.
“Brett!” You whined, pulling on the cuffs again. “Move.” You growled, lifting your hips slightly and clenching around his cock again.
Brett chuckled, pulling away from your breasts. “Your right sweetheart. I’m having too much fun.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips, before deepening it. His tongue mingled with yours as his hips, started moving again, his hips rocking back and forth into yours. You moaned against Brett’s lips; and Brett ate every one of your moans and groans as his lips devoured yours.
“Taking me so well, sweetheart.” He groaned against your lips, as you clenched down on him again, causing Brett to let out another groan of pleasure. “So beautiful you know that?” He purred, the pace of his thrusts building. The sounds of Brett thrusting into your dripping pussy, and his sloppy kisses were absolutely obscene in the quiet room.
The only other sound in the room was the gentle clinking of the handcuffs against the bed frame as Brett’s hips continued to slam in and out of you.
“My beautiful girl.” He moaned again, pulling away from your lips and pulling back entirely to watch you under him. His rough hands, going back to your hips and grabbing handfuls of your soft skin, as he continued to murmur praises; telling you how beautiful you are too him, how much he loves you, how much he loves fucking you.
“I love you like this. Bare and exposed under me. Your gorgeous tits bouncing as I thrust into this stunning pussy. Feeling you clench around my cock.” He groaned again his head falling forward just a bit from the pleasure. “But it’s all for me, just for me. Only I can see you like this. Only I can have you like this. Just for me.” He whispered out the last part, his hips thrusting faster, his thumb on your clit again trying to get both of you to reach your climaxes. “How come you don’t know this?” He growled. “How come you don’t see how beautiful you are? That you don’t see yourself like I do?” He growled, his words becoming almost noncoherent but you heard everything.
You turned your head to the side a bit, trying not to let yourself get in your head again and ruin this moment. Brett was quick to grab your chin and bring your eyes back to him.
“I want to hear you say it baby.”
“Say what?” You groaned, feeling your climax start to fade without the extra stimulation of Brett’s fingers on your clit.
“I want you to say how beautiful you are.” He growled, his thumb going back to your clit for just a moment before he pulled away again. “Or I won’t let you cum.” He groaned slowly his hips just a fraction earning a soft cry from you.
“Brett, please.” You whimpered.
“Say it sweetheart. Tell me how beautiful you are.”
“I’m beautiful.” You whispered.
“Louder sweetheart.” He growled, his pace picking back up again.
“I’m beautiful!” You shouted.
Brett smiled, his thumb coming back to your clit but the pace was still slower than it was before. “Again.”
“I’m beautiful.” You moaned.
“That’s right sweetheart. You’re my gorgeous girl.” He paused. “Say it.”
“I’m gorgeous.”
“Damn right you are baby.” He moaned. “Say it again. That’s what I want to hear as I make this pussy cum all over again.”
“I’m beautiful.” You choked out, feeling Brett’s thumb rub your clit again just like before. Your orgasm was building again and you knew that if you stopped Brett would be true to his word and stop all together; no matter how much it would leave both of you with severe blue balls.
“I’m gorgeous.” You moaned, feeling like you were just on the edge of your orgasm.
“Fuck yeah you are sweetheart.” Brett groaned, thumb swiping furiously trying to get you off and with another added combo of his hips slamming into your pussy and his two fingers replacing his thumb as he swiped over your clit; you did.
“I’m fucking stunning!” You cried out. “Fuck Brett!” You screamed, your whole body going rigid as your orgasm crashed over you. Your legs shaking as you clamped them harder around Brett’s torso, feeling like your body was going to snap in half if it weren’t for the cuffs keeping your arms above your head and Brett’s hands on your hips.
Brett didn’t stop though, his hips never faltering as you squeezed hard on his cock as he chased his own release. “Fuck sweetheart!” He moaned, and you felt the hot gush of his release inside of you. You let out a low groan as Brett pumped his hips softly into you, letting you both enjoy the aftermaths of your orgasms. While also smiling to himself as he watched his release get pumped slowly back into you with every thrust of his hips.
Brett gently ran his hands all over your body trying to help you both calm down from your joined releases. “You still with me, sweetheart?” He cooed, leaning over to press kisses all over your face.
You let out a low groan, letting Brett smother your face with chaste kisses. “Patient seems unresponsive to words but does respond to stimuli. Maybe a GCS of 5?” He let out a low whistle. “Going to have to intubate in the field.”
“Shut up.” You groan.
“It’s a miracle!” Brett smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips. “How’s my beautiful girl?” He asked, his hands going to his pocket again and reached for the keys to the cuffs.
“I don’t think I have words right now.” You chuckled and watched as Brett leaned forward and undid the cuffs, keeping your wrists in his large hands as he undid them; letting them fall to the floor behind the bed frame. He was careful as he brought both of your arms down massaging your wrists and the muscles of your shoulders; before he pulled out of you and pulled you close to him.
Your muscles felt stiff as you wrapped your arms around Brett letting him press kisses to the top of your head; before grabbing the blanket at the bottom of the bed and covering the both of you. You let out a sigh, as you inhaled the scent of Brett, the feel of his CAL-FIRE shirt felt soft against your cheek, as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat slowing. You both stayed there like that for a while, his hands going back to your arms and massaging the stiff muscles; just enjoying the peaceful silence of each other’s presence.
“I know this isn’t going to magically make you love yourself as much as I do.” Brett whispered against your head. “But I just can’t take seeing you hate yourself like this.” He paused for a moment. “There are things I don’t like about my body too, we all have something we don’t like about ourselves. But you have no reason to hide yourself. Especially from me.” He pulled away from your head and looked you directly in the eyes now. “I can talk for hours about how much I love every single part of you.” He said softly, brushing a piece of hair from your face. “But I know that it’ll only be you; who makes the choice to love yourself as much as I do.” He let out a sigh, his thumbs wiping the tears starting to form in your eyes. “But I will be here every day to help give you reminders about just how much I love you, on days that you can’t find a reason why.”
You didn’t say anything back, there were no words that could compare to everything that Brett had already said. You knew that you had been hiding yourself more and more; just like you used too. You couldn’t help it though.
So many of your old triggers had recently come back up; your smaller friends talking about how fat they were, clothes not fitting like they used too, the increase of weight loss drugs that seemed to be everywhere. It was all just too much. So, you started hiding again, you just didn’t realize how much you were from Brett; the one person who truly wanted to see you and loved all of you; just as you are.
You wrapped yourself tighter around him and nodded; letting his words wash over you like a healing balm that you knew you needed but couldn’t find the words to ask for. Brett placed his head back on top of yours and brought you in closer, hoping that all of the love he feels for you in his heart and his mind; could simply transfer to you if he held you close enough. If he held you tight enough.
Two Months Later
Brett sipped on his beer patiently as he watched for you to get back. You both were at another gathering held by the families of Station 42, it was someone’s birthday or maybe a major holiday; Brett didn’t know or give a fuck really. But you had gone to get changed about twenty minutes ago and he was worried about you; he knew you didn’t really like these kinds of parties and told you that you didn’t have to go; but you had insisted.
He took another swig of his beer and almost choked on it as you came out into the back with one of the wives laughing and carrying a bowl of watermelon. But that’s not what caught his attention. What did catch his attention was that you were wearing a new black one – piece that he had never seen before.
It was cut low in the top, but what really made his eyebrows raise was the cut-out portion in the middle. He scanned his eyes down to see the rest but saw you wore a pair of shorts on top of it, like the rest of the women did. You looked so happy as you chatted with the rest of the women, placing down the bowl, not before snatching a piece for yourself and turning around to face Brett.
You walked towards Brett with a smile on your face and in that moment, Brett already set his mind on leaving this fucking party and taking you home so he can enjoy peeling those shorts and that one-piece off of you.
“Hey baby.” You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips; Brett could taste the sweet watermelon on your lips and tried to deepen the kiss but you pulled away before he could.
“Behave.” You chuckled.
Brett let out a low growl. “How can I behave when you look and taste sweeter than that watermelon?”
You felt your cheeks flush at his words. “You like it?” You asked. “Some of the girls and me went shopping and convinced me to get it.”
“I very much like it.” Brett said in a low gravelly voice.
You chuckled. “Good I’m glad. I decided that it was time for a change from the big t-shirt and shorts at these kinds of parties.” You laughed to yourself leaning down and whispering in Brett’s ears. “I recently had some very helpful exposure therapy for my self-image issues. But I think I could use another session here soon.” You purred in his ear and before Brett could put his hands on you, you grabbed his beer and took a swig. You laughed as Brett reached for the beer but you avoided his hands, finishing off the rest of the bottle.
“I glad that you found the last session to be helpful. I’m sure we can squeeze you in for another appointment. Does tonight work for you?” Brett said as he got up from his chair and pulled the empty bottle from your fingers.
“Tonight works perfectly.” You said biting your lip, before pressing a kiss to Brett; this time letting him deepen the kiss. His tongue danced with yours, earning a low moan from you before he pulled away; his breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead to yours. “We should go. Right now.”
You laughed. “We can’t leave! You chuckled.
“How about twenty minutes in my truck?” Brett conceded.
“Brett!” You laughed, smacking his chest.
“Fifteen?” He asked, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Come on sweetheart. I don’t think I can do everything I want in ten.”
“We are not having a quickie in your truck!” You laughed, tearing yourself away from his arms, before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the rest of the families and hoping that will dim down the fire that Brett was building in your belly.
But as you walked towards where everyone else was gathered Brett slapped a hand on your ass and you seriously thought about the idea of Brett trying to get you to cum in twenty minutes.