Making Love to a Chinese Blossom - Sex Stories

Making Love to a Chinese Blossom

... another summer shower readied itself to fall. The electric guitar floated in the humid air above them. “Don’t marry him,” he whispered in her ear, “I love you.” “I know,” she whispered back. He kissed her again, moving his hands up over her breasts, “Don’t marry him,” he said once more with a hint of sadness, his heart about to explode, “Marry me.”