Oma is behind me; her strong, rough fingers smoothing my collar. ass porn My bait? She leans in close, her soft, musical voice no more than a whisper… “I think the third button as well, my dear.” All I can or need do is nod as she pulls the button free and smooths the fabric open, revealing more cleavage than I had thought I should. For a moment, I am in doubt, uncertain, frightened; but her fingers do not linger. I let out a little gasp, then the sensation is gone. Read 8949 times |
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Fifty years before, she was me. “How tight, Oma?”
She stands, crossing the short space to me atop her heels like a trapeze artist. My left index finger travels in one straight line down my sex and, when I reach the bottom, travel back up, pushing delightfully between my lips, and stopping at my clit. He wants me, needs to see me, breathe me in, ravish me and I want him to want this, to need this as
