My areola puff out too. Porn My areola puff out too. My areola puff out too. The three buttons at my collar are open allowing a decent view of cleavage. “Not bad volume Daddy!” smiling up at him as I scrape his batter off with my finger. Pushing tight against my polo top. Damnit. This stone floor is killing my knees. I follow him in. And his nut butter tastes way better mixed with my cunny than That cunt. Oh, before I forget, my name is Sarah. “Yes, Daddy! He’s nice enough I guess. I shiver resist the urge to strip naked and leave the little room. And it has a huge double sink vanity. Until we can figure out our next move”
He grabs the pull strap on my hockey bag and the large duffle. He let me come home with him. I guess it doesn’t matter for now. Making them look like little marsh mellows resting on top of mushroom caps on top of soft ball halves. And a full bathroom.
