Their existence is the reason I don’t own a dildo. Xxx video It’s like I didn’t just masturbate half-an-hour ago…
Sniffing rapidly like a bloodhound, I try tracking down the source of this fragrance, following the scent to where it’s the strongest. Hell, it probably goes all the way to the opening pressed against my cervix. When my fingers meet the inch or so of the spadix that’s not buried in my still clenched cunt, I’m shocked to find that it’s twice as wide around as it was before. After fingering the bits of moss out of my pussy, I whip back my auburn curls, hop off the log, sling my pack over my shoulder, then continue along the creek.
