We came and came and came, soaking the massage table and each other with juices. Without another word, she and I left the massage room, and I went home, saving my money and leaving my mystery sex partner in the locker room at Factory O Read 14088 times |
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Feeling her lips run, slippery, back and forth in between mine was heaven. Startled, I spun around to see a forty something year old woman with dark curly hair and a pudgy body facing me, looking at me lustily. June 1, 2038
Dear Diary,
I visited Factory O again last night. By now, our cunts felt suctioned together, and as we pulled them apart, strings of sticky juices hung between them and each of our holes were twitching and puckering in the aftershocks of orgasm. Imagine a the tickle of a little sticky pubic hair on your wet lips. She was right, her pussy was swollen and pink, begging to be serviced. Startled, I spun around to see a forty something year old woman with
