Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
Cum and her slick coated its length, glistening in the sunlight, and she brought it to her lips without thinking tasting herself on the cool skin, salty and vegetal, a filthy punctuation to her release.
Lilly lay there for long minutes, chest heaving, the kitchen spinning lazily around her. The ache between her legs lingered, satisfied but greedy for more, and she wondered idly if the fridge held anything bigger. Her fingers trailed lazily through the mess on her thighs, smearing it, as a lazy smile curved her lips. *Not bad for a solo act,* she thought, already plotting the next one.
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