La Matadora Part 2
My appreciation of male seed is directly proportionate to my arousal. About five minutes down the road the my post-orgasmic fugue had passed, and I no longer felt like a dirty girl, just a messy one. I pulled off the interstate and found a secluded spot behind a fast food place to change. I flipped my once red halter top over my head as quickly as I could releasing an offensive cloud of dried sperm from the crusted fabric. My bra was mostly clean but still intensely oppressive. Normally I would...
Masturbation