Pulp Friction
"A meek woman will sometimes transcend her inhibitions."
Her young carvers peacefully abed, Marnie sheepishly fingered the tailings of guts. She hesitated, then timidly disrobed. Her daring nakedness emboldened her.Scooping gooey handfuls, Marnie brazenly smeared her breasts. She tenderly squished, as her delicate thimbles armored against the cold...