“Um, yes. It's beautiful, ”she said softly. She had completely forgotten the massage. She looked at my two halves, how beautiful they fit together. The line they had formed together, which disappeared between them and led to the most precious – my pussy, which slowly and surely began to get wet.

“I wish I had one too,” Kris's slogans. “You have it really beautiful. And I don't mean it strange, but it's nice. I have a huge and disgusting one. ”

“Oh, don't say that, Kris,” I responded. “Each of us has an exceptional one. You too!”