Just What it is like to possess intercourse with one of the oldest friends that are female
One amazing intimate experience, evidently
“the thing that was going right through my head as my buddy Sarah* slid her hand from my breasts, down my belly and underneath the musical organization of my knickers? The unkempt state of my pubic locks? Sarah don’t notice, so that as her hands discovered my clitoris, neither did we.
It wasn’t the way I expected a few drinks that are after-work a Thursday evening to finish. Continue reading “Just What it is like to possess intercourse with one of the oldest friends that are female”