My short, wild hair swayed. I drifted towards the “massagers,” not even hesitating. Sex videos “I’ve never been in cunt this tight. “Daddy, daddy, yes!” I howled. A Christian shouldn’t want to wear something like this. I licked my lips, feeling the waxy substance of the lipstick. The perfect one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and bold. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a wicked thing. I paused to slip my right hand underneath my skirt and slide my digits through the slit in my panties’ gusset. My pussy clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip. I felt so loose back there. My toes wiggled in my shoes. There were laundry baskets waiting behind her, ready to receive the clothing as she processed them. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs. That wasn’t right. I reveled in it. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an orgasm. God, I was such a lame, boring bitch. Not the truly naughty ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.
