28-Guarded

Damien- on the early morning of Friday, the 30th

Watching Lola sleep, she looks beautiful, snuggled in close to Justine. She even has the cutest little snore resting peacefully between us. Today was emotionally taxing for her, and then, of course, Justine had to put her to bed properly.

“I don’t think either of us expected that,” I say softly to Justine.

“No, I sure didn’t. But I wished Lola kept her eyes closed,” Justine whispers while biting her lip.

“Is it so bad she didn’t?” I ask honestly.

“No, it’s not, but I also don’t want this to be about sex. I want Lola in every way. So maybe no more till she begs for it,” Justine says, trailing her hands down her body.

“Then why didn’t you use a toy?” I ask devilishly, knowing I’m her real one.

“I could have, but you know those only frustrate me more,” she admits while rubbing herself.

Justine is trying to be good, so to speak. Otherwise, she would’ve sixty-nined Lola last night while I pounded her without a care. Especially if Lola