Natasha’s Steamy Prelude To Her Lover’s Arrival

Frank watching some other woman and jerking off to it?”
“N-no I suppose not. I shrieked, and dropped the toy, letting it bounce on the floor. Indian sex I leaned over and kissed him. But I didn’t. “Must be lonely being on your own in a big scary town like here.”
“Nah, not really looking.”
He paused and I waited for the three dots to appear again. “It’s been a while,” I breathed. Am I no longer desirable? He was touching himself, fantasizing about me. A whole lot of everything and nothing at the same time. Nothing dodgy, just what you’re wearing right now.”
I found myself brushing a lock of hair back behind my ear. Maybe he didn’t like what he saw. “It’s easy. He was such a sweet guy, and it felt like my day brightened up because of him. * * *
The night was still and I couldn’t fall asleep. The rest of the day was thankfully, quite uneventful. It was just there, taunting me. My hand trembling, I hovered over the screen and pressed on the image file he sent me. Now drag the toy up and down your pussy.”
I felt like I would die of embarrassment, but I did as he said.

Natasha’s Steamy Prelude To Her Lover’s Arrival

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