The Night We Never Spoke Of

window lattices, scattered into the ro

o I feel so uncomfortable? I opened my eyes, the strange big hands by

ould be such a day. Although one-night stands are common among m

eat and breathing constantly reminded me of th

was a friend's wedding. After drinking a lot of alc

ictures and sounds gradually clear. How the man danced on

he corner, he almost took me to experience every

eartbeat accelerated a lot. All the evidence ind

escaped, I hurriedly covered my mouth

ht kneading and sometimes heavy pinching, as if playing

f there were none, gently pressing and slowly kneading the clitoris, shallowly piercing the flower ent

o awakened, squeezing between my thighs

s flowed out, and I had no resistance

The tender complaint in my mouth turned into plead

and my resistance was just for show. Stop o

thighs, but because of the lubrication of the dew, the giant sli

e. Under the guidance of the man, I gradually entered the pleasur

ly. The secret garden inside me also began to bloom slowly. I was deeply intoxicated in t

gently and heavily, rushing the heat flow. My flower path became wet and slippe

s wild roar indicated that he was also impatient. When his hot rod plunged in, cr

ch time, pushing me to peak after peak. We found the rhythm i

to continue this sweet torture. His fiery heat finally erupted in my depths, w