By the time Mila released my breasts, I was breathing hard and I didn’t need her to tell me I was sex-flushed; I could feel the heat of it over my face, neck, and upper chest. It’s all cut up.”
“You’re still beautiful,” Mila said, reaching out to touch my forehead. Her fingers worked along the line of my back, and suddenly I felt her hair brush me as she stooped down to plant a kiss on the middle of my spine. The traffic was light, and I began to hope I would be home in time for supper.. I began twisting slightly as her fingers approached my recently deforested vulva. “Coming”, I called, and – dragging on a pair of shorts over my naked lower body – I went to the door (I was still wearing the T shirt I’d slept in because why not?). “I told you!”
She kept the water jet on my clit for what seemed like eternity but was probably two minutes, leaving me gasping for breath, with a tightness in my lower belly
