Dust dances in the attic sunlight. Small window frames the garden, trees swaying in September breeze. Creaky floorboards crunch underfoot. Cobwebs sway lazily. We’re alone, finally. Your email lured me here, to your father’s empty…
In the sun-dappled clearing of the enchanted woods, sprawled on the rough wooden picnic table, my body convulses. Waves of orgasm crash through me, pussy clenching, juices flooding his greedy mouth. Heart hammers like a…
I rang Paul’s bell at 4 PM sharp. His tiny company apartment: salon-kitchen mashup, no entry hall. Short Scottish kilt skirt, white blouse hugging my small tits, mocassins, socks. Little Red Riding Hood heading to…