"
I hung my head a little and, on the wobbliest legs in the world, wandered my way down the hallway and down to her room
. Or maybe she liked to be watched instead, maybe she was sitting there, with her legs spread open and her little cunt glistening, and was silently wishing that it was someone else whose eyes were staring at her, drinking in the site of her little pale legs splayed as she jerked herself through pleasurable orgasm after orgasm. I could have smacked myself silly for that little detail
. . Her bra was emerald green lace, her stomach was flat, her waist was thinner than her daughters and she had her own scar above her appendix
"
I hung my head a little and, on the wobbliest legs in the world, wandered my way down the hallway and down to her room
. Or maybe she liked to be watched instead, maybe she was sitting there, with her legs spread open and her little cunt glistening, and was silently wishing that it was someone else whose eyes were staring at her, drinking in the site of her little pale legs splayed as she jerked herself through pleasurable orgasm after orgasm. I could have smacked myself silly for that little detail
. . Her bra was emerald green lace, her stomach was flat, her waist was thinner than her daughters and she had her own scar above her appendix
"
I hung my head a little and, on the wobbliest legs in the world, wandered my way down the hallway and down to her room
. Or maybe she liked to be watched instead, maybe she was sitting there, with her legs spread open and her little cunt glistening, and was silently wishing that it was someone else whose eyes were staring at her, drinking in the site of her little pale legs splayed as she jerked herself through pleasurable orgasm after orgasm. I could have smacked myself silly for that little detail
. . Her bra was emerald green lace, her stomach was flat, her waist was thinner than her daughters and she had her own scar above her appendix
Sculacciata Prima Di Dormire (parte 2)