Status: Warning: Some sexual content.
Suicide Season
Shae.
"Stop it!" I giggled.
"Make me," Oliver smirked, tickling me.
"Fine then." I planted a kiss on his lips and smirked back.
"How's that?"
"Hmmm." He started tickling me again.
"What the hell? I said stop."
"And I said make me."
I kissed him again, this time more forcefully.
"Now you stop tickling me, Oliver Scott Sykes, or else."
"Or else what?" he said.
I kissed him again and unbuttoned his shirt.
He tugged at my skirt and helped my take my shirt off, and undid my bra.
Oh my, we were getting into the habit of this, weren't we?
"Make me," Oliver smirked, tickling me.
"Fine then." I planted a kiss on his lips and smirked back.
"How's that?"
"Hmmm." He started tickling me again.
"What the hell? I said stop."
"And I said make me."
I kissed him again, this time more forcefully.
"Now you stop tickling me, Oliver Scott Sykes, or else."
"Or else what?" he said.
I kissed him again and unbuttoned his shirt.
He tugged at my skirt and helped my take my shirt off, and undid my bra.
Oh my, we were getting into the habit of this, weren't we?