I smiled up at him and said, “I’m ovulating.”
And in the second before he painted my vaginal walls virgin-white and spilled himself and his life and his soul into me, I said, “So, bless me, Father.” And that’s just what he did. “But”, he said, “is he waiting for you now?” “Yes, he’s waiting for me to come to him. Xxx hot “Oh, Christ . All alone. I straddled him on the bench, kneeling around him, and pressed my body against him, rubbing my tiny breasts in his face, and humping him slowly down below, rubbing my bald, dripping vulva along the length of his fly.
