She takes every drop. The not so fresh scent left on my lips from last nights affair now off my face. XXX She is buttering something that’s come out of a toaster. Her eyes are Hazel. A broken front closure hasp, I was too drunk to figure it out. Sucks out whatever may still be in the pipes with a slurp. But the bra I managed to have hook with my toe getting there, recalling a vague memory. She takes every drop. She has the glow of fresh Jubilant youth about her. Not one stray hair to be seen on her body below her head, I can see the outline of her split and a darker tell of a wet spot where her clit should be behind the lighter blue opaque triangle
I am looking at the humanly manifested Goddess Athena
She sits,
