Under the dim light of the room, and the burning smell of her juices, Frida was sitting on the corner of the bed in front of a mirror... She sighed and took off her dress again, surprised she opened her eyes and looked at her hickey-ridden neck. Her breasts had marks all over the arch while a couple of marks were scattered on her abdomen and waist.
She was still in disbelief at what had just happened. Everything had been magical!
Thinking about it, she arranged her dress and lay down on her back on the bed... In her mind she replayed over and over again what had just happened with Dilan. Even her p***y was still throbbing at the memory of Dilan's touch on her skin.
Frida could still feel Dilan's fingers pushing again and again into her cone... However, as she rambled Dilan's voice cam
