Bikers and Bakeries
I stood up then, taking in the sight of her.
My wonton little Luna to be was spread before me beautifully. One arm above her head and the other out to her side, her shirt half opened haphazardly, and her knees spread to either side of my hips. “Let me get this out of the way.” I said as I scooted the fabric of the skirt up, expecting to find underwear. “Ah, my naughty little baker today, aren’t we?” Her folds were there and open to my gaze, already slightly dripping for me. “No underwear, my love?”
“The breeze felt nice.” She answered with a blush, her skin going rosy.
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