sanescientist: Elizabeth squirmed and groaned as she stroked her body and outfit. “She can&rsq
sanescientist: Elizabeth squirmed and groaned as she stroked her body and outfit. “She can’t see me like this.” she said, rubbing her crotch. “Why not?” “I look like some sort of fetish wet dream.” “Are you worried she might like it?” “No, I’m worried I might give her a heart attack!” “Kayleigh’s only a year older than you. She won’t have a heart attack. Besides, I thought you enjoyed wearing clothes like that?” “Oh I do! I love it! I love dressing like a slut for you!” she rubbed her crotch harder and moaned as she pushed and squeezed her tits. It always felt oddly wonderful to tell him that, and he seemed to appreciate it. Her eyelids fluttered rapidly and I thought she was going to cum there and then. “I really want to do this. Not just for you, but for me. I want everyone to know what I am. But, there’s this nagging voice in my head telling me that something’s terribly, terribly wrong.” Keep reading -- source link