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Neal

My leg is bouncing up and down as I gnaw at my fingernails; well, they’re more like knubs. We’ve always talked about doing this, and before now, it’s never worked out. I don’t know how Belle will feel or what she’ll say. I’m more nervous that she’ll be upset about what I posted, because I didn’t show her or even talk with her first.

We’ve gotten so many responses from both men and women. I know how badly she wants to bring another man in, just to try it. I just want to see her with her ass and pussy filled while she chokes on my dick.

I posted a screenshot of a video we made a couple of days ago on an app I found last month. I should’ve showed her first, made sure she was okay with it, but she’s not the best at making decisions. I just didn’t want it to be too late for us to connect with someone she really likes, because I was waiting for her to give me the go ahead.

I watch her as she’s standing in front of an open suitcase. Her brow is furrowed in concentration as she contemplates how to arrange her clothes to fit everything she wants to bring. She looks absolutely stunning in the evening sunlight pouring in from our balcony windows. Her blonde hair glistens with golden, yellow, and wheat colored strands. Her slim body curves in at her waist and then out again at her shapely hips.

She’s much shorter than me. I can curl her into my chest, and do most nights to fall asleep. Her beautiful heart shaped face, plump pink lips, straight nose, and gorgeous, golden eyes make me weak in my damn knees everytime I actually think about the fact that this angel is mine. All mine.

I’m not looking forward to the way the gold in her eyes will change to hot, molten lava if what I did makes her mad.

“Belle,” I say, hoping my voice isn’t as shaky as I think it is. She looks up at me from the pile of clothes she’s working into her bag. Those golden eyes melt me to my very soul. I almost chicken out.

“I have something to show you.”

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