Wee.”
“All the fun at the fair.”
“You couldn’t even fathom.”
“Well, while the look on your face and demeanor just scream euphoria, I can’t shake the feeling that you really aren’t having fun.”
“Oh, you’re crazy.”
“Maybe, but it’s just a feeling I’ve got. She can’t quite make out exactly what it is. Oh, here’s another one. Accidents happen.”
“O-okay…good.”
Monique then gets off of her and sits on the couch. She plays with it a bit, squishing it between her thumb and finger. You really expect me to leave just because you wanna feed your cat this bad? And she’s satisfied with the result. By this point, it’s getting harder and harder to maintain her silent moans. Let me drain your cock like a good girl. What’s up?”
“Nothing much,” Natalie responds, “Just mentioning for the hundredth time to this dumbass that $25 for a story isn’t gonna cut it.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Yup. She tries in any possible way to at most, switch the position, and at least, stop the tickling.
