I pulled my hands back, my ankles pushing my head forward as we watched together his recharged old friend enter his daughter’s needy altar. The other hand took over my visitor’s shift and quickly spanking my soft meats. I approved of his method with a quiet sigh, but not with a cheeky giggle. He pulled out his finger and raised one eyebrow at the shiny, slippery, slimy fluid that clung to its tip and trailed after it. Now my soft oyster had fully opened its shell, showing its pearl the size of a nipple, but he had lowered his gun. That’s what the tiny tuft of hair just above my slit, which I had deliberately not cut, was for. Dipping a finger into my cup of love, he slowly swirled it around in me, like a teaspoon stirring the sugar in a cup of tasty coffee. So that’s why he wanted me in this yoga pose. Pushing his nose to my anus, burying his mouth at my thigh gap. He pulled out his finger and raised one eyebrow at the shiny, slippery, slimy fluid that clung to its tip and trailed after it.
