“Huh?”
“I said you need to be kissed. I love spending time with you,” Wendy said. Indian Sex Just before going to bed, I looked up plane tickets to LA. Her lips, I couldn’t help but stare at them. I imagined she was thinking the same thing I was. My thumbs caressed the lips of her mouth, while my tongued parted the lips of her pussy. But, I think I need it,” I looked to her eyes. I was in my pool, naked, sitting in the shallow end the night before my flight, fingering myself. “I’m sorry, Wendy. “Kristen? Our pussies we practically attached for so long, so hard, all the bathwater left on our skin turned into sweat. After our shower, we were right back in her bed, pussies grinding. “I, uh,” I stammered. “I want to. On top of her again, I dangled my breast over her open mouth. “You wouldn’t have to deal with guys hitting on you. Our bodies were going numb. Our thighs were soaking wet with our juices. But, I think I need it,” I looked to her eyes. With lips like yours, those beauties need to be kissed every day. *
Kristen was so gorgeous. I thought about driving by Trent’s and egging his house,” Wendy said.
