It didn’t matter because on my flowery bedspread, under the twinkly string lights, it was a race to get naked. We pulled off his sweater, and as I sat on top of him, feeling his stiff, denim jeans, I relished in the success of my sexual pursuit.It wasn’t until I began to unbuckle his belt that I noticed the hesitancy in his big blue eyes.
Russian women are the most beautiful women on Earth.
I’m willing to concede that Russian women actually living in Russia are different than Russian women living in the USA, but based on the many stories I’ve heard, I really doubt it.
I’m just being clear that I have no experience with these women while they’re living in their home countries; just those who live in the USA.
Several weeks before, I confronted my housemate after I found out that we had both slept with Sam.
In our rather casual conversation, we marveled at how his fuckboy reputation didn’t seem to match his quiet, passive demeanor.