"You're a big girl now. Use your words. Come on." Why? I don't..." I paused as he shot me a dirty look. "Fine! Cock. You happy? Why did your cock just...twitch? It did it again!" I guess it's feeling a little possessive." What?" I guess it likes the idea of being the first to do something with you." Ohhh." And it likes you talking dirty, apparently." Ack!" You're cute when you're magenta." Shut it!" I punctuated my exclamation with a kiss, stopping him from embarrassing me further. The truth was. Sometimes I like it better with them on because my clit is so sensitive…the extra layer of tight fabric helps me play longer while I masturbate!.. Ive soaked through them numerous times and its perfect, just rubbing the wetness around and all over the crotch of my shorts or jeans. I love how sensitive it becomes from just my imagination or just talking about clitoral abuse brings me so close. I like being a sexy perverted women that was born with beautiful pussy. My mother caught me. Or only thongs can be worn.So the plan is within 5 week days she has to prove that she is a bitch. Then Saturday and Sunday I will fuck her.Monday:We both planned to buy dresses sandals and other inner garments. We both went to shop in T-nager and she bought 2 beautiful bra. The sales man was about 25-30 yrs old. He fucked my girl friend in his eyes. Because she worn a tight T-Shirt and Jean as per my condition low neck and visible belly button. Then we went cheppal shop. Salesmen are much. I heard a rustling on his end of the line. “Where are you?” I inquired.“In the guest bathroom. Are you in bed?”“Kind of. Kevin’s asleep, and I’m in another room.”“What are you doing, besides talking to me?” I was tracing my clit through my cotton panties. “I was reading a book before you demanded that we converse orally.”More indeterminable crinkling. “I requested politely. What book?”“Hold on.” I rummaged through the desk to find a pair of headphones. There they were.Hands free, I resumed our.