Pearl thong Stories

Paper pile, all red and final, urges me to call this number now. She's breathy. I'm breathier. "Credit extension?" I beg in my best whimper. "You'll have to wear more clothes," she unflinchingly retorts. "I'm sure you'd prefer me in less," I flirt hopelessly and hopefully by reply. "Less than what?" she enquires. "Pearl's," I moan. "A pearl thong. Pulled tight. Parting my petal lips. Slick with my essence. Smooth beneath...