The one thing more potent than her zesty juices that rained over my face to soak my dirty blonde locks, was the way she cussed. There was something about the manner in which Minty swore that turned me on. When driven by desire alone, there was no pretence. No aristocratic role to fulfil. Nobody to impress except me, grinding her perfectly smooth, wet sex against my mouth as if pleasure was
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