With a smoky smirk, she leans back and eases open wide.
Her cunny’s tinged a deeper pink already, spreading wider as I watch.
Hairless as a babe, her tangled blond vee is a memory.
“I was bored. You like?”
“Oh yes. Maybe I’ll…”
“Don’t you dare!”
Fingers comb back my curls, revealing a swollen clit, ready for conquest.
Eyes locked, we begin tonight’s carnal waltz.
Touch for touch, egging each other on, we spiral up, pacing ourselves, cumming as one.
Finally sated, we pledge our love, say goodnight, then log off.
Two doors and twenty feet of hall.
Quarantine.
