Bienen

I remember one of the first stories she told me, which gets me excited just thinking about it.

She was visiting a male friend at his house and managed somehow to grab he and his friend and get them both in his bed, making them take turns.

She was on my couch and on my face.

And we've been together ever since.

She would go into a rage of heat, fingering herself in all openings like the tremendously wild goddess she was.

I knew she was getting ready for one of the lovers.

Perhaps it would be the one she described as the most unusual, most bizarre.

This one she kept all to herself and would barely give me hints of this person's existence.

I can only imagine what the two of them did when they got together.

reducing the men and women's

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