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Chapter 8 by little.cindy little.cindy

Does Cindy want his towel?

I wouldn't mind seeing what's under it...

"Sure." Let's all try and pretend like I wasn't just talking about your cock. "Thanks."

"Oh, it's no problem, happy to help." Wow, he just whipped it off, didn't he? Nice of him to hold it up, I didn't have to bare a thing... Plus, with one arm holding the top against my breasts, my other hand is hidden behind the bottom...

"So... It's try what they say about black guys, eh?" Is this a sexy smirk? Is it sexy to smirk about a guy's cock? Fuck I'm wet...

"Oh, no, actually, there was a neat study a few years ago that demonstrated pretty well that there's really no observable correlation between, um, dick size and skin tone."

"Dude, you've got a huge cock." Like, for serious. Is that a bite-your-lip kind of thing to say? Probably. I'm definitely not biting my lip because I just teased a finger tip across my very slippery clit while staring at your raging hard on, nope, not me...

"Well, I'm sure it's within 3.3 standard deviations of the mean..." Very cute joke! "But, honestly, I get more complaints than anything."

"Who would complain about that?" If I press the full length of my finger in and out of my slit all at once slowly enough, it doesn't even make a sound...

"Well, if we're not properly, you know, lubricated, it can be a little... Uncomfortable?"

*Shlurp* Whoops! Slower...

Is Cindy feeling "properly lubricated?"

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