Lesbian Love

The printer was jammed; that was I thought. She willingly came to help me. She stood behind me and I could smell the lotion she was wearing; nothing fancy; just that average lotion you pick at the aisle in any supermarket. Maybe the scent was too humble and my mind started to wander as she was pressing some keys and I saw her fingertips flying over the keyboard and making beautiful music. A tiny bit of pheromones started to sending me a very strange message.

In my pleasurable sex life, pictured her straddling me while I was lying flat on my stomach, she was rubbing my back with her body, she took ..Read More.