How did I end up with a bite mark on my thigh? And not on my inner thigh, either! It’s on the top of my thigh!
I felt the bruise before I saw it, and assumed that it was from the edge of his vanity. I had been bent over the sink and fucked from behind (seems to be a favorite for us), and I assumed the bruise was from banging against the edge of the counter.
But then I looked at it. And it was a perfectly round bite mark.
So riddle me this: how the hell did I get that? Because I, for one, have no freaking clue. And neither does he.
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Ok, you got me! I was down in Florida visiting my friends and I stopped by your house to say hi, but you were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you up, so I was going to just lightly kiss your exposed thigh, but it looked so damn juicy, I clamped my teeth right onto it. You started to wake up so I darted out the door because I didn't want our first encounter to be all weird and shit because I bit your thigh. Sorry about that.
hee hee.
The sex must be incredible good if you are getting marks and have no recollection of how they got there. Enjoy!