The Trip to San Francisco
Stroke at your own speed until I tell you to stop, sweetheart.
Take a good, deep breath and hold it until I tell you to let it out.
Remember how you were always asking me to do a panty smother for you, and I finally did. It was these panties.
I sort of sat like this, didn't I—and, I put my arms up like this, didn't I?
My full weight covering your nose and mouth with my pussy and ass.
You liked that, didn't you?
You can breathe, but keep stroking. Don't you dare cum, though.
Else, the fantasy is over.
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