I don't know what hormonal imbalance, or perhaps today the correct word would be Whore-moan-all Him-ball-lance, has got me in its grip, but I am continuously being distracted by images of a mustachioed mouth, completely engulfing my pussy, or a thick cock poised to spread open my pussy lips and penetrate me from behind, one lovely hard inch at a time. What ever this itch is, I will certainly make sure it is well scratched tonight.
So, why am I wearing a skirt and heels to watch football, at home, all by myself? Because, I love the feel of my freshly shaved pussy, though of course I have left a landing strip leading to the port of entry. I am enjoying the feel of my fingers as they occasionally delve between my pussy lips to frolic in the warm wetness beyond. I also love the moisture pooling at the nexus of my thighs as I think sexy thoughts and finger myself much as I imagine a blind connoisseur of cunnilingus might do.
My hairless pussy lips would feel like warm damp silk as they closed around your cock, and I would love to offer you an opportunity to taste your fill of my special nectar, Mr. (as-yet-undetermined) Sexy-Man of 2011.
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