minxwife
Really Really Experienced
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- Nov 18, 2014
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"My thighs. We were interrupted last night. But my right thigh. About here," trailing her fingers up her thighs. Parting her legs, she ran her fingers between her thighs and rubbed at the soft skin under her cheeks.
"It's the heels. I swear. Do you think there's any saving my legs?" Cracking the lid of the spare beer, Amber sat up slowly and took a sip, the bitter taste washing down her throat as she looked up at Lance curiously.
Placing the bottle on her right, she then hooked her arms around his neck and drew him in for another kiss. Pretending the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions. That's how she liked to act.
"It's the heels. I swear. Do you think there's any saving my legs?" Cracking the lid of the spare beer, Amber sat up slowly and took a sip, the bitter taste washing down her throat as she looked up at Lance curiously.
Placing the bottle on her right, she then hooked her arms around his neck and drew him in for another kiss. Pretending the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions. That's how she liked to act.