Pretty Little Girl For Me

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

His job is masculine and demanding. So many people depend on nearly every choice he makes. The pressure is heavy, and I can see how it weighs on him as he walks through the door. There isn’t much I can do to remove that weight, but I can shift it for a while. I smile as he drops his gear; he gives me a weak smile back.

I know he’s tired, but we have a long night ahead of us. I wrap him in my arms. Kissing his jaw and whispering in his ear. “You need to shower, little girl. You smell like such a boy.” I can feel his chest rumble as he chuckles. “I’ve laid out tonight’s outfit.” Pushing space between us, I look into his eyes. The sparkle is returning; he’s excited about transforming for me. Next, I swat his ass and remind him. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

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