Missy Day Sixteen Spa Treatments
"Shhh, shh little one," Abuela murmured, twisting her four fingers counter-clockwise in my pussy. "It's a good hurt." I sagged back onto the gynecological table and tried once again, unsuccessfully, to close my spread legs. When I had entered the smaller treatment room earlier to see a gyno table, I wasn't surprised. When my feet were put into stirrups, my legs were spread wide and then were strapped down I didn't even utter a sound of protest. But now, they made it impossible to...