As I stood idly by with a trail of my throbbing lust slowly dripping amongst the carpet, I snicker at a slight listening to her vigorously brush her teeth while hovered above the porcelain sink. Her constant spitting of toothpaste is then followed by the melodic gargling sound of mouthwash that lasts for a substantial period of time. While waiting, I use my spare time wisely by taking matters into my own hands (or should I say hand) and slowly stroking my dying erection back to life while being sexually revived by an inticing behind the scenes viewing. Watching her move is like poetry in motion, giving me the notion to sneak behind her giving her a reminder of what I'm all about. She wipes her mouth before she turns toward my direction and bumps into my _________________.
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The Holy Grail of Sex (for nympho's only)
General Fiction**** Content Warning **** The story is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Read at your own discretion.