Dressed, Still Wet, Still Yours
- tori5175
- Mar 30
- 1 min read
We’d already had our night—the kind that leaves you aching the next day. But I couldn’t resist slipping into something even more tempting after… a green one-piece, heels still on, no reason to wash you off just yet.
Then my phone rang. You.
You weren’t done with me. You talked me through every filthy moment, and I let my fingers obey. Still wet. Still dripping. Still yours. You get the front-row view… and every sound that spills from my lips.
6 ½ minutes.
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