Mandy called on Valentine’s Day. She was thinking about me and our dance together. She wants me so bad.

I see how she prances around in that thin black skirt. She wants me to notice. I can see her sweet little firm ass through it. She’s such a show-off. She has decided to give up on men and go with women. She tells me that men just don’t understand what a woman needs sexually, and don’t really care. But women do.

She says she’s been having wet dreams about pressing her warm body to mine when we dance, but in her dreams we’re naked. She would love it. I glide my tongue over her hard, sweet nipples. Her pussy would get so wet, she would beg me to put my fingers all the way up in it and I would lick her clit ever so softly and gently, kissing it, even. I can hear her moaning and... Read More