Her long hair falls in deep waves around her waist, shining beneath the fluorescent light of the garage, and because I’m losing my goddamn mind, the first thought I have is how soft it was when I slid my fingers through it when she came on my dick and then swallowed my cum. Yeah, I’m fucking sick. All I’ve been thinking about is Lennon and her magical pussy, which has taken over my every waking thought. There are streaks of grease on her cheek, chest, and hands, and it’s a stark contrast compared to the pink, girly shirt and cutoff, blue jean shorts she’s wearing.
