“Pull your panties down,” I directed as I helped myself out of my worn, plaid bottoms. I sprung free of my briefs and her attention followed. She did as I asked, as perfect as ever. I wanted to make her feel so good for that. Keeping me guessing outside the bedroom, but letting me own her in every possible way when it was just the two of us alone. She tossed her lacy thong off the bed and spread her legs wide open for me. And God strike me dead, if that wasn’t the prettiest fucking pussy I’d ever seen. Plush, wet, perfect. The sexiest patch of curly hair pointing me right where I wanted to be.
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