Fuck it, I'm videotaping it. Something I should've thought of before I coated my hands in custard, but impulse knows no such thing as good timing. Nor was it good timing that the urge overtook me while my partner, lovely as they are, teaches online lesson...
Captured in your lens, you watch. I squirm. The raw first impact shot my synapses. My eyes blanked. I hate how disgusting I am, how I lose control. There's nothing pretty about sticky, smelly natto. Humiliated, the shutter clicks. Already, my pussy drips....
Sue lay back on the table as I opened the strawberry ice cream container and scooped out a chunk and placed it in her belly button. Her reaction was to jerk slightly and proclaim, "Damn, that is cold!" as her entire body became covered in goosebumps. D...
