Strong Erotic Content. Adult Language and Situation. NSFW 18+
I remember the smell of her cunt. After all the years. Of tobacco, it was. As if that magnificent snatch was the Cassandra for the cancer that would kill her.
She wanted to forget me at the end. Who could blame her? And I wish, on these hot and sweaty days like there were when we first fell into fucking and then in love, that I could forget her, too.
And on such days as this, when the sweat flowed freely, I first thrust fingers, then a hardened prick, into her opened anus, the only maidenhead remaining in our satyr’s world.