HNT-Sneaky M

There was a point in our facetime when it started to rain (it was CRAZY raining here in the northeast for the weekend) and we jumped into His car. We were talking and then somehow His hands were grabbing my tits, ssqueezzzzing and tugging and hurting them.

Dayam it was just. That. Good.

Fast forward a few days…I’m taking a shower and see a smudge on my breast. I scrub it, but it’s not ink…oh no. He’s done it again, marked me as His. You can’t really see it but on the other tit is a faint green smudge where a bigger bruise (His thumbprint) was, and faded away. The two little bruises will last a while. Thank goodness.