Amber's "Other" Blog
An outlet for my more prurient interests.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Good morning - 50 Words
I wake up in his arms and lay there til I feel him stir. He is still groggy with sleep, but he pulls my legs apart and runs his fingers along my slit. He smiles. "I love that you are always wet," he says as he slides his fingers in.
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