It had always been my favourite nickname, Kitten, since two weeks after I’d first met her
. Why I hadn’t turned the damned thing off I’ll never know.
. So I take another long stroke behind your ear with a more moist tongue and whisper, “Why don’t you help me?” So you take your grip from the cushion and begin massaging your clit as I plunge three fingers in your waiting pussy. As I knock, you open, and there we are, only a screen door between us, casually commenting on how impressive we look, taking in each other’s familiar yet always enticing scent, both acting ever so cool and in control
It had always been my favourite nickname, Kitten, since two weeks after I’d first met her
. Why I hadn’t turned the damned thing off I’ll never know.
. So I take another long stroke behind your ear with a more moist tongue and whisper, “Why don’t you help me?” So you take your grip from the cushion and begin massaging your clit as I plunge three fingers in your waiting pussy. As I knock, you open, and there we are, only a screen door between us, casually commenting on how impressive we look, taking in each other’s familiar yet always enticing scent, both acting ever so cool and in control
It had always been my favourite nickname, Kitten, since two weeks after I’d first met her
. Why I hadn’t turned the damned thing off I’ll never know.
. So I take another long stroke behind your ear with a more moist tongue and whisper, “Why don’t you help me?” So you take your grip from the cushion and begin massaging your clit as I plunge three fingers in your waiting pussy. As I knock, you open, and there we are, only a screen door between us, casually commenting on how impressive we look, taking in each other’s familiar yet always enticing scent, both acting ever so cool and in control
