Wet squishy sounds emanated from between her legs as I touched her tenderly and explored the very slippery folds of her small pussy. Our reverie was broken by the buzzing of the dryer; her clothes were done. Porn I grasped the swollen nub and pulled back and forth on it, as if jerking off a penis. Ronnie stood at the sliding glass door at the back of the apartment and looked across the way. “Oh you sweet girl,” I whispered into her ear. Sitting back on the couch, I hear the toilet flush and my little guest made her way back over to stand next to the couch, looking at me. “I’m not ticklish.”
“Not even this?” I asked, holding her arm and tracing my fingertip lightly from palm to elbow. Her feet looked practically crusted with dirt and she glistened from sweat.
