You were the only man I’d ever been with. Porn ‘I almost didn’t,’ I replied, my voice breaking from a nervous desire. You were the only man I’d ever been with. He looked as if he were trying to memorize the face of a long lost love as he tenderly stroked his finger along my passion engorged erogenous zone. “And did Richard enjoy the view?” I asked rhetorically. “And lonely…”, she added softly. It was written in beautiful penmanship, almost as if he had prepared it beforehand. I hungered and yearned. Whatever she was wearing underneath her gown had been affecting her, and it was contagious to the men she was dancing with. It’s a tiny triangle made of the same see-through black laced satin and it barely covers my pussy lips.
