All it takes is a little memory and I am soaking wet.
Do you remember that one time you cam over.
You had me naked in my kitchen
You did my inspection
You told me you could see a bead of pussy juice from the light of my room
Dripping down betraying how much I wanted you
You made me unzip your jean
Sitting Indian style on the floor
using only my mouth, it was so hard
I remember this so clearly.
You made sure your pussy toched the floor and I dripped for you, it was very pretty sight
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