Her back was smooth, but defined and tight from
working out. Dinner was a casserole that she had fixed, and we exchanged
the typical small-talk throughout. Porn Her neatly trimmed brown bush
was even more beautiful up close, and I noticed her shudder when
my warm breath met it. I could see that she had made contact with
her cunt, as she arched her back, looked up at the ceiling, and
then pinched her eyes closed. It wasn’t until she got under the light
at the kitchen table that I could clearly see that she wasn’t
wearing a bra. I
would often see her come home from exercising, wearing short
shorts and a t-shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and
frequently had masturbation fantasies about her.
