CourierBabes International Ch 02
A week’s gone by, the memory of the incident vague in your mind. You can’t remember much, not even the house where the encounter occurred. And yet, you keep having these wet dreams of getting fucked hard over and over again. And you find your fingers deep in your pussy every morning. I have another package arriving. I lick my lips in anticipation of the expected date of arrival, hoping that you’ll be the delivery girl again. You ring my doorbell, holding the package, wearing your uniform. The...