So days passed, and my name sneered at me, for my name was Faith and my heart was lost. Weeks passed, and my damp hands held fast to the wooden handle...of my father’s rocking chair. This was stability. This was a plank of wood, and this plank of wood, I cherished. It’s yellowing gleam promised protection against the thunderous laughter of that thief known as the world. The phone echoed again. ‘Hello,’ croaked a voice, which did not sound like my own. ‘Faith? Is that you?’ A male voice cooed from. She moved back against me holding onto my head as I moved her panties to the side. She took a deep breath when I began to kiss and lick at her pussy. I don’t think I have ever taken this much time licking at a pussy as I did this one. Her tiny lips seem to be begging me to continue,much like the one with her smile. I could see very little black hair above her pussy and she smelled and tasted good.Before I knew what was happening I felt a warm flow exiting her pretty pussy and onto my. More

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