Her name was Wanda. That’s all. Wanda.
We met in an offhand way while shopping. Then nature took its course.
On rented sheets, her body clenched as my tongue and fingers gave a cum that rippled from head to toe.
It was her second of the day, stronger than the first.
I’d worshiped her pussy to perfection, while my own body simmered, wet with want.
Yet there she sprawled, eyes closed, humming a little tune.
This wasn’t fair. It was my turn now.
I slapped her smirking face.
“Me! Fuck Me!”
She just laughed and got up for some water.
