Never gonna happen. xxx As she moaned and pressed back against me, I moved one of my hands down from her ass and, very glad that I’d cut my fingernails the other day, began to move a finger inside of her. “You don’t Know me Or her, so why don’t you make like a… Her neon blue hair hung loose and framed her cheeks; she looked ever more gorgeous than she had before, the sheer joy she expressed filling my heart. oh wow.” Whatever verbal inspiration I had dried up as I tried to express her sultry beauty in more complex words than my mouth was allowing out. “There’s that pair off,” I said, my throat suddenly dry. (“She probably really is just asking for advice,”) I thought to myself in a failed attempt to quell my excitement. “I’m glad you like it.
