Small things come from big packages.
It was only supposed to be a fun f*ck, a forbidden fling.
She’s in town for fighter pilot training- plenty of time to hit it and quit it.
I don’t want to get tied down.
I just want to pin her up against a wall and rip that uniform off those gorgeous curves.
F*ck her fighter jet. I’m going to give her a ride on my own big, powerful piece of equipment.
Protection? Who needs it.
She says there’s no risk, only the sweet reward that follows…
…including the baby-sized surprise nine months later.