Chapter Seven
After her business lunch with Kyle, the flushed and sweaty Elizabeth, hairy and naked and fishily sticky beneath her skirt, and with her mouth still reeking beautifully of that faceless young girl’s petal-smooth shaven v****a, called in to work to take the rest of the day off, claiming a slight indisposition. It must have been something she ate, she murmured apologetically, smirking to herself.
Yes, it certainly was something she ate, she thought excitedly as she rang off—p***y. Oh, the taste of that slippery feminine flesh, slicked with the elixir of pure carnal excitation, a flavor similar to the oft-scented juices of her own familiar body and yet different somehow, too, so wonderfully fresh and new and inflaming! The feel of that pulled-open funnel of satiny pink, so sof
