Balanced Hentai Habits: Continuing The Journey

“Do you want to fuck me?” He was surprised, but said, “OK, that would be unreal.” I made up a price, $100. Shirley was a beautiful girl for sure. Fuck me,” I shoved those two fingers in and began kissing her lower and lower til my mouth was wrapped around her mound with my tongue lapping away as I knelt at the edge of the sofa. (One might have asked how puritan the puritans were, LOL.) Anyway, it turns out Shirley, who was a junior and lived off campus, had been “dancing” at Bodies for a couple of years. I slid it off, tied a knot, slid it into my purse wrapped in a kleenex and helped him zip up. “Let me know if you, you know, want to get together somewhere else.” A couple weeks later there was a text; his wife was away and could I come over. Now she was dancing in just a tiny little thong.