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Hundo | Relationships
Grill Marks
A Hundo for Line
I can’t stop looking at her when she’s changing. It’s like a picture show just for me. She is standing in front of the mirror, slowly pulling up her panties and giving me a look in the mirror.
“I see you back there. What are you looking at?”
“I’m looking at you, my Queen.”
She turns and walks over, holding her breasts in her hands. The room is still cool, and I’m still hiding from the morning sun under a blanket in bed.
“What about me do you like? I’m not all that. I’m old now.” She frowns, remembering what it was like many years ago.
I push off my elbows and reach for her, placing my hands on her hips. I lean in and kiss her tummy, tracing my fingers down the back of her knee.
“I like all of it, but if I’m being honest,” I start.
“Go on, then. Tell me.”
“I really like the grill marks.”
“You mean the stretch marks!” She pouts, slapping my shoulder.
I pull her on top of me and growl, “You asked, and I said, and I’m not taking it back. I love them.”
I can see in her eyes that she’s not pleased with the reality of time and mother nature, but as a single tear forms in the corner of her eye, she whispers, “I love you.”
Thanks for reading.
RaNcH
