She could feel the stuff pulling on the veil first, weighting it down, then, heavily, a pile of the material swings off to the right, twisting her head that way as well
. The stuff plastered all the lace a dark orange, but it just feels sort of wet, falling in soft clods to the floor - it's not like she wants.
. He could even see the carriage now in the evening twilight. Clara felt a strange sensation between her legs as he stroked and licked her nipples
She could feel the stuff pulling on the veil first, weighting it down, then, heavily, a pile of the material swings off to the right, twisting her head that way as well
. The stuff plastered all the lace a dark orange, but it just feels sort of wet, falling in soft clods to the floor - it's not like she wants.
. He could even see the carriage now in the evening twilight. Clara felt a strange sensation between her legs as he stroked and licked her nipples
She could feel the stuff pulling on the veil first, weighting it down, then, heavily, a pile of the material swings off to the right, twisting her head that way as well
. The stuff plastered all the lace a dark orange, but it just feels sort of wet, falling in soft clods to the floor - it's not like she wants.
. He could even see the carriage now in the evening twilight. Clara felt a strange sensation between her legs as he stroked and licked her nipples
