Where once I might have giggled and pushed you in with my own hand, now I lay silent, yet not unwilling
. I wear nothing beneath the pantyhose; shorn even of my strawberry bush by morticians you realize likely took liberties with me already. You fingers play for a moment at my lips--one on each side, with your middle finger rubbing at their slightly parted opening
. . I couldn't wait to work on her some more
Where once I might have giggled and pushed you in with my own hand, now I lay silent, yet not unwilling
. I wear nothing beneath the pantyhose; shorn even of my strawberry bush by morticians you realize likely took liberties with me already. You fingers play for a moment at my lips--one on each side, with your middle finger rubbing at their slightly parted opening
. . I couldn't wait to work on her some more
Where once I might have giggled and pushed you in with my own hand, now I lay silent, yet not unwilling
. I wear nothing beneath the pantyhose; shorn even of my strawberry bush by morticians you realize likely took liberties with me already. You fingers play for a moment at my lips--one on each side, with your middle finger rubbing at their slightly parted opening
. . I couldn't wait to work on her some more
tissues on standby