~Texas Cantina~


Please fix the punctuation of your dialogue. The convention is that you include periods, commas, exclamation points, or question marks inside the quotes. The essay "How to Make Characters Talk" in our Writer's Resources section has more information on the formatting of dialogue if you have further questions.

Funny when there is only one person in my story and she wasn't even talking.

Not sure what kinda of crap reason that is but whatever ...
 
Please fix the punctuation of your dialogue. The convention is that you include periods, commas, exclamation points, or question marks inside the quotes. The essay "How to Make Characters Talk" in our Writer's Resources section has more information on the formatting of dialogue if you have further questions.

Funny when there is only one person in my story and she wasn't even talking.

Not sure what kinda of crap reason that is but whatever ...

wtf? :eeK:

PM Laurel.
 
Sitting on the couch in a perfect angle to rest my legs on the coffee table, knees bent and legs spread wide open. My eyes close and I began to slowly move my fingers up and down my wet slit. I like to keep my pussy trimmed. The lone strip of hair just above my clit is the only hair there; I find that men love to play with that little patch of hair. I am always wet after I play with my nipples, sometimes I believe I can cum just by playing with them. My strokes across my wet slit become faster and for some reason harder.

Letting my finger rest on my clit and with my other hand opening my pussy wider and forcefully rubbing my clit harder back and forth, the pleasure begins to overtake the discomfort and my hips begin to move with the rhythm of my finger. My juices coating my fingers as I continue to rub, making my clit harder and harder. At that moment I can hear you whisper in my ear, telling me how much you love watching me pleasure myself. How proud you are of me to be the wanton slut that you know I am.
 
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