As her juices began to flow out of her, she took the hand from her slit and placed it in the same place, but over the panties. Her stomach growled as she locked the door and Anya walked down the hall, pondering her breakfast. Hentai Her music player was still operating, singing out Pink Floyd’s later, more ambient sounds. A few small cuts and a palm full of aftershave later, she rinsed her freshly groomed skin, shut off the water, and reached for the fluffy green towel on a nearby rack. Since the only hair she allowed to grow was atop her scalp, they, and her tight little mound, provided the only variance of color–a soft pink on a creamy (slightly off) white. Anya could feel her pupils straining, as she had not bothered to turn on the lights. Anya removed them from her pussy and sucked on her warm, viscous fluids while fingering herself again.
