Up and down I slide my thumb over her slit, watching as it grows wetter with each touch. I alternate looks from between her legs to her head, watching intently for some indication for me to stop, but it never comes. I watch as her eyes shut, and she begins to bite her lower lip as my thumb continues to wash over her sweet pink.
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Q. How did the tugboat get AIDS
A. It was rear-ended by a ferry.