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Guest
I walk into the room to find a delicious body splayed across the sofa. Obviously worn out out from some previous activity, the soft rhythm of her breath draws me in. She’s lying face down, shoulders just touched by the tips of fiery orange hair. The creamy skin of her sweet little ass is slightly reddened. By hand or paddle? I wonder.
I run my finger softly along her leg and slowly work up to her inner thigh, testing this beautiful spent creature’s responsiveness to my touch. My caution in rewarded by the slight parting of her legs and a soft moan. And the glistening dew-kissed slit tells me she’s ready for more, as my fingers reach closer.
I run my finger softly along her leg and slowly work up to her inner thigh, testing this beautiful spent creature’s responsiveness to my touch. My caution in rewarded by the slight parting of her legs and a soft moan. And the glistening dew-kissed slit tells me she’s ready for more, as my fingers reach closer.