Kiki kneaded the bread dough. She pushed and rolled and folded, just like the host of the TV baking show she watched. In the need for a distraction from her roommate’s constant bringing guys home and never being asked to join them, this was Kiki’s outlet for her s****l frustration.
She would bake it out, and then she would stuff her face, and in the throws of epic self-pity she would then go where out the batteries of her thrust little vibrator.
She was really tired of eating her feelings and then vibrating her c**t numb. She wanted human touch, and right now, from the sounds of it, her roommate was getting a lot of f*****g touching.
Setting the dough aside to rest, Kiki parked her butt on a stool and stared at it. It had to rest before she could punch it a few more times and then bak
