When they left, about 10 minutes later, slightly bewildered and confused by my apparent lack of interest in selling the house, I caught my breath, leaning against the door I had just closed behind me. would I even want more? XXX So I brought the phone back up to my ear and began to lick my wet fingers. How much it made my pussy water. And a picture won’t hurt, right? With a finger in her pussy. Why did I feel like this? “That’s how you like it, don’t you?”
I bit my lip, trying to be quiet, but pushed my other finger into my ass, just like she requested. Her nipples harder than she had thought possible. “Then take a picture of yourself, like you are now. Make sure your hand is at your cunt while you do.”
I swallowed again.
