Talk to My Pussy Please
The door was flimsy. Rizza’s moans sounded so close. Julie clenched her fists in frustration. Her perfect pink nails dug into her palms. They had agreed: still the listening part was hard. Julie nervously brushed her blond bangs away from her sky-blue eyes. Her hand brushed a wrinkle from the pink satin kimono that barely covered her taut ass. Cool air wafted over her hairless pussy. No panties. Rizza’s voice rose. “Oh Robbie, YES! Lick just like that.” Julie wanted to leap through the door....