She thought, nearly snorting with laughter, as she imagined the look on her old friend’s face when she unexpectedly showed up at her door. The journey was relatively easy, as a path made of beautiful grey stones – lined with exotic shrubs and flowers of every colour imaginable, and exuding the most succulent of scents – showed the way around the house; leading past two sharp corners, and spitting her out into a small, secluded courtyard area shaped like a “U”. Porn Cal again had much wetness on his pubic area, but it was whiter and thicker than before, and its source was no mystery. “She must be asleep,” Cherie whispered. Urgent, muffled grunting seeped through the black windows and into the hot air. Her crystal green eyes fixated on what lay behind his hands. She surprised herself pleasantly when her jaw opened, and his head touched her tonsils. Looking flush, her expression turned to a confused look as he came inside her, it was clearly the first time anyone had done that to her.
