His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my head. Black, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two words printed across the rump in big, bold, white letters. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my forehead. Wonderful cream dribbled into my crack. I was growing dizzy from all the watching eyes. Everyone could see me. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the waistband. Just the sort of place the figure wanted to leave its special panties. Mind-Control Panties
Story Four: Nubile Exhibitionist Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2019
Note: Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this! “Damn, she’s a little whore!” moaned a guy. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on Jermaine’s cock. Colorful. So wonderful. He was a tall guy was short, brown hair.
