“Yeah,” she urked, “You might have to.”
Carly moaned and sighed in the same breath as if just having an orgasm. They kissed and tasted each other’s vaginas until climax
after climax. XXX “God, you got spit on my foot.”
“Carly, please stop,” Sam begged, and with nothing to lose she climbed on top of her terrified friend and held her down. Wouldn’t that be crazy?”
“Wow, sometimes i wonder about you,” Carly smiled at her friend, “but i have to admit, it’s not a bad idea.”
Sam cringed slightly, thinking, ‘no, letting me smell those soft pink soles wouldn’t be a bad idea.’
“Yeah, we could get him good, see how long it takes for him to cry then document how long it takes to heal.” Sam’s voice was monotone as her gaze found itself
hypnotically fixed back on Carly’s feet.
