Hoda wants to hang

Hoda wanted to hang. Hoda wanted to hang so badly her loins tingled with the thought of it. Drool dripped out of the side of her mouth. The drool was thick and viscus, running down her chin and dangling there for several moments before Hoda realized she was drooling and sucked it back in. The drool tasted sweet, like mucus and sour sugar. Sometimes Hoda deeply enjoyed the taste of her own mucus. This was one of those times.

With trembling fingers, Hoda typed her response.

yes

She let her affirmation sit for a moment. Hoda always felt that a curt "yes" was sexy in its simplicity. A curt "yes" implied: Yes, I would like to hang out. Yes, I would like you to fuck me until I scream. Yes, I would like to eat a tuna melt on rye and then have you fuck the tuna taste out of my mouth and replace it with your sweet and sour jizzum. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Hoda sent more.

wanna go for a spin in my brand new, bright red 2016 Honda Fit?