The white,why did he pick the white. Of course she knew. She could feel it, even as she waited there. Her freshly shaved and fucked cunt pressed so brutally against the seam of the thin, white, pants.

She could already feel the dampness, and standing here, waiting for him, it’d be obvious before they even set out, God only knows how big the display of her arousal would be after spending more time with him.

She was so fucked. And so in love.

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