It was like my still-quivering pussy didn’t want to let go of my right hand, so I just left it there, feeling my cum-juice pouring out of me, down my ass-crack. I didn’t sleep in the nude; rather, I preferred one of my over-size night shirts and panties. Anal porn He wasn’t muscular, but he wasn’t too skinny, either. I was actually getting turned on by the feeling of my boobs jiggling back and forth as I scrubbed my scalp. And here’s the wierd part: he wasn’t even “model-gorgeous” or “surfer-boy”, which is usually the type of guy that I’m attracted to. I was stripping off (more like jumping out of) my clothes, leaving a trail of clothes from the front door. I guess Chris was the guy that allowed me to finally express my sexuality and got me to “cut loose my inner slut”! At one point, I had accidentally brushed one of my nipples against the side of this mans head while I was doing a cleaning.
