Central Park with Step

The light Spring shower ramps up to a full thunderstorm.

My clothes are soaking, which means that he can see my purple bra underneath my white cami.

His eyes are locked to my tits, just where I want them. And, when he brushes the wet strands of hair away from my face, I realize that I’ve beaten that hoebag he’s dating.

I don’t need to tell him to dump her. This is so much better.