His lips are smooth against mine; a total contrast to the feel of his wet tongue as it slips between my folds to frag the length of my crevice and find my swollen clit.
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His lips are smooth against mine; a total contrast to the feel of his wet tongue as it slips between my folds to frag the length of my crevice and find my swollen clit.
I didn’t hear you arrive home, or enter our room after your full day of work. You found me laying naked on our bed; headphones on, breathing heavy, my hand gently teasing my clit, the other fondling my breast. I couldn’t hear you strip off your clothes as you must have watched me touch myself; teasing myself to pleasure. I couldn’t hear you over the sound of her cumming in my ears. Continue reading