Confessions, Paola's Choice

January 12, 2016

‘I had a brief fling with a French guy last year and thanks to that I’ve become enamoured with Arno. In my fantasy Arno’s kisses are hungry, our lips pressing hotly together as hands wander. I curl my fists and pant his name as that warm, firm mouth I love leaves mine to trail down towards my dripping sex. Pleading, I arch above him as his talented tongue laves my soaked folds, my cunt throbbing so much it aches as he greedily sucks at my clit and drinks me down like a man dying of thirst.

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