Female fingering Stories

My next guests, Elara and Orla, didn't arrive until after supper. It was still light out when Orla gently knocked on the hut door. When I opened it, they were standing next to each other, smiling and looking anxious. My heart began racing as I looked them over and invited them in. The aroma that wafted past my nose was most delightful. I remembered that scent from being in the King's rose garden, waiting for the cook to t...