Michael carried her to the lounge, his long fingers tracing her pretty face, sliding to the corners of her red lips and rubbing them gently.
Her serene sleeping face was deeply imprinted in Michael's heart, making it hard for him to forget.
He originally ... did not intend to hang her out to dry properly, this how to sleep together again in a daze, but also so intense.
The little girl screamed her voice was mute, and then look at the bottom of the pussy, was played with red and swollen, the sensitive clitoris stood straight up, looked pathetic.
Michael couldn't bear to look at the red, swollen clit and was ready to soothe and comfort it.
So he got down on his back, spread her white legs, and saw that Nancy's little flowery pussy was born like its owner's, a wave of unaware carnality.
