FILTHY WET DIARIES
I could feel my wetness soaking my thong, trickling down to my inner thigh.
I pulled my tank top over my head, letting it drop to the floor somewhere. No bra. My tits bounced free, heavy and full, nipples dark and stiff like little peaks. The cool air made them ache, and I grabbed them with my hands, squeezing them smoothly, staring back at him, rolling the nipples between my fingers. “Mmm,” I moaned out loud, my voice husky, “you like that Steven? Like watching my tits?” I cooed, my voice light, teasing him.
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