“You like these?”
She turned back towards him and snapped the elastic at her hips
. Josie leaned back on her elbows and spread her thighs in appreciation, offering more of her sweetness to the deft, well practised strokes of his tongue.
. We made love again that night, tender and loving, slow and passionate before drifting off to sleep under a clear blanket of stars. I slipped my hands between her legs and washed her tiny slit, being gentle as she was most likely still tender from losing her cherry a few hours before
“You like these?”
She turned back towards him and snapped the elastic at her hips
. Josie leaned back on her elbows and spread her thighs in appreciation, offering more of her sweetness to the deft, well practised strokes of his tongue.
. We made love again that night, tender and loving, slow and passionate before drifting off to sleep under a clear blanket of stars. I slipped my hands between her legs and washed her tiny slit, being gentle as she was most likely still tender from losing her cherry a few hours before
“You like these?”
She turned back towards him and snapped the elastic at her hips
. Josie leaned back on her elbows and spread her thighs in appreciation, offering more of her sweetness to the deft, well practised strokes of his tongue.
. We made love again that night, tender and loving, slow and passionate before drifting off to sleep under a clear blanket of stars. I slipped my hands between her legs and washed her tiny slit, being gentle as she was most likely still tender from losing her cherry a few hours before
