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What I wasn’t sure of was her next move. Whatever I could make of it, she was babbling herself like a old record on loop. Later on we were all listening to her talk animatedly about her day at school. I was sure it was all slimy and sticky. Her hands that could barely wrap around them made my cock seem too fat, long and veiny for her to accommodate. Mum was furious but she let go of it. While Nora kept on talking I slowly slipped my hand into small white undies. It was slimy with all the pre-cum. I asked her slowly in a whisper, between her inconsistent and incoherent jabbering, “Can you apply a dollop of spit onto your cunny.”
Without questions she spat into her palm and reached into her floral printed bloomers.
