.her female slit...each term applauding its importance...her “object of desire”...let them guess and admire what she did show and let them dream o... her hidden charms...the beauty and lure of her hairless, often wet, cuntal slit...the object of sexual pleasure and the sensual prize at the apex of her slender legs to be delightfully licked and probed by a wandering hand, often enough her own, or a man’s turgid prick, which wasn’t often enough. She loved to laugh and she was a little devilish. . She knows that. She'll make you an excellent bitch whore. I can assure you that she won't whine or whimper when you breed her or set her to nurse on canine cock."[THUMP, groan, real this time]John returned to his chair and patted the little bitch's cunt on the way, saying, "She doesn't seem to share your enthusiasm for interspecies mating, but I think she'll adjust before Sunday."Karen smiled and said, "I think she'd better." Oh, she'll learn to love serving as a bitch in public. I'll make you. ‘OH NO! Suddenly I am embarrassed. My nipples are poking straight out and my boobs don’t fill a decent sized cup’“Ummmnnn Lori, give me a minute so I run back to the change room and put the bra on” I tell her while looking at my poking nipples in the mirror.“OK sweety” she says turning to me. Her blonde hair swirling around her shoulder as the red light behind her illuminates her. Like her aura suddenly appearing. And it is INCREDIBLE.‘Sweety. She called me sweety. Is she just playing the. I’m sure he believed his chest glances were surreptitious. Of course he was about as subtle as a dumpster fire. Okay, maybe I should have worn a bra under my silky white tee.Then Walker sucked in his breath, staring over my shoulder. I glanced around. A friend of mine, Millicent — Millie — was performing fellatio on a bottle of Corona. To the delight of three boisterous lads.Walker leaned forward, all earnestness and curiosity and excitement, “Winter.”“Yes, baby.”“Is that ... sex?”His cheeks.