Unconventional Awakening Ch 14
‘He is coming to Chicago’ runs through my mind as an endless loop. I pull my wet sticky pussy juice covered fingers from my for the moment satiated center of my new found womanhood, and run them lazily upward, trembling at the trail of wetness they leave in their wake. My fingers slide upward, between my breasts and up. Caressing the underside of my chin. Upward. Slowing down now. Around the curve. Upward. The scent teases my nostrils. My scent. A scent that until a few days ago was one...