The kind that looks dyed, but isn’t. “Oh,” I played coy. xxnx tv Whenever she’d pass the stoop leading up to her front door, she’d stop for a drink out of her water bottle, rest with one hand on a thrust out little hip, and pull at a few long, red strands of hair that had stuck to her pretty face, all the time her breasts heaving from the labor. She was still fingering herself, so I figured she might like to play with one of my toys. “Well, you look tired,” I said. Then I began to imagine that my husband, Jim, was watching us. I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them to her knees, then I lifted her legs up, exposing that tight little pussy. She cooed when she saw it. I could feel her eyes glued to me, so I took my time arranging the glasses and pouring the tea. I was already close to cumming and was stunned at how fast these thoughts about a young girl were getting me there.
