Sometimes I’d lick the gusset, closing my eyes and imagining it was her pussy, that almost mystical thing I longed to see and touch in reality. Don’t wake her
. I would occasionally doze off but the memories of what I saw would always shake me awake.
Sometimes I’d lick the gusset, closing my eyes and imagining it was her pussy, that almost mystical thing I longed to see and touch in reality. Don’t wake her
Sometimes I’d lick the gusset, closing my eyes and imagining it was her pussy, that almost mystical thing I longed to see and touch in reality. Don’t wake her