“It’s called the Sun.”
“Warm,” she said. It was a lovely, cool, early spring day. Hot xxx She hollered as I bore down and drained as much of her milk as I could. “God. “Big boobies,” she cooed. Then she came back. “Babe,” I said, knocking. “What’s that,” my wife said, pointing. “Babe,” I said, knocking. All of her pubic hair had fallen out and was floating in the tub. “Right?” she said, turning to me. Nothing but an endless, crystal, lusty bimbo blue. Just a mouth and bazonga tits and a needy, hungry cunt.”
I winced. Through her shirt she rolled an enormous nipple between her thumb and fingers. I turned the handle on the door. So many strawberries. A scent would be what happened to me.
