095. Beige and White (5)

I pull down her pants as she lies on a yoga mat.

The hoodie she’d hiked up, too.

Her underwear, too.

Even the mask she’d had dangling from her chin.

Beneath the bright lights,

the only thing the three of us are wearing

is a cute pet’s collar.

I strip away everything unnecessary and spread the pussy I haven’t tasted in a while.

…Still, it’s a clean, innocent little pussy.

No matter how much I defile it...