A lust spell on me. XXX “Okay, Henrietta, let’s get your examination out of the way.”
Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your juices. I peered out the carriage window at the dreary moor. I never felt…comfortable. “Any doctor could tell you about this. My pleasure peaked. I wouldn’t mind Geneva’s tongue stimulating my clitoris.”
The blush deepened to a crimson burn. It was daunting. I felt wetter between my thighs when I stopped my exercise, breathing heavily. I groaned and bucked, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. And often afterward, the poor girl is in need of her hysterics cured. My hips shook as her tongue explored me. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful waves of pleasure rippled through my body.
