Sometimes I just need to touch myself. My fingers become those of my lovers. My dildo any of the cocks that have satisfied me for over the years. When I taste myself I can almost taste the sweet cum of my lover, still deep inside my pussy. With the slightest touch I can feel the remnants of my earlier tryst begin to seep out of my tight twat, slowly dripping down my inner thigh. And then, well, what's a girl to do? I take care of business PS - I have a travel dildo so I never leave home without one!
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