I layed on the couch with nothing particularly sexual going on. I couldn't stand the boredom so I lowered my fingers to my tight jeans and inched them under the front of my lace panties. There's the hotspot. My nexus. My pulse. Already wet, I grinned and inched an eager finger towards my tiny clit. It's little until you work with it. We play
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