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“You don’t have to treat me like I’m some princess, you know,” she said.
“I thought you liked that,” I said.
She blushed but then took the bag. “Thanks, though. I’m just…not used to people buying things for me. That’s all.”
“Right.”
We walked around a little bit more, and through this, I saw McKenzie start to act differently.
Instead of being sarcastic and a little shit, I saw the look of gratitude whenever she got something. Of course, she insisted she didn’t need it but liked it.
I also noticed that she seemed a bit more…open with me for lack of a better word. In the past, she was always a little bit closed off, but now, as we spent more time together, it was clear that she enjoyed this, and I did too.
When we left the store, I pointed over toward the big building in the distance. “Let’s check that out.”
“The museum of art? I haven’t been in there,” she said.
“It’s a great museum. I took Emily back to when she was here for college,” I explained.
The last time that we saw one another. The conversations there still hurt me, but also…I still remember it being a good day.
“Sure, I’d like to go in,” McKenzie replied.
We stepped inside, and I paid for her.
As we walked around, she looked at the museum. The wonder and excitement in her eyes were adorable, and if there were a way I could’ve captured the entirety of this moment, I would’ve. It wasn’t something captured by a mere picture but something intimate, adorable, and something I loved to see.
She walked around the different galleries, pointing out a few things.
“That one certainly is quite…sensual,” I said.
“Yeah, that was the art style back then. It’s pretty sexy, isn’t it,” McKenzie said.
It was one of those paintings where the women were half-naked, with her bosom hanging out. But the eyes looked sensual, and a hand was behind it, grasping onto her body.
“Indeed,” I told her.
We looked around, and as she stopped to talk about the pictures, I reached toward her thigh, teasing it. She stiffened for but a moment but then leaned into the touch.
It was at this point that I became bold. During our time in the medieval knight gallery, I reached upwards, fondling her butt.
My eyes widened in slight surprise when I realized she was wearing a thong. Her bar cheeks were deliciously soft, and I bit my lip, struggling to keep it together.
She turned to me and smiled. “You’re bold.”
“Bold…or maybe you like it,” I purred in her ear.
I pulled her toward one of the benches and put her in my lap. My cock pulsated under her plump backside.
She moved against there, and then, she groaned. “Fuck.”
“You want it?” I asked her.
I teased her more, slipping my fingers underneath her panties. I teased her pussy, feeling the wet juices between my fingers.
Judging from the way she reacted, she wanted this. My hands worked their magic, teasing her. But then, just as she was about to climax, she turned around and glared at me.
“No, we can’t do this,” she said in my ear.
