A Walk in the park
On the prowl for tongue
Your perfect Pussy means you could always not where pants without any repercussions. As you bound through the park, various people gaze at your glistening pussy with adoration or jealousy. It was something you had long since grown accustomed to.
After several miles, you stop at the nearby bench for a break. There were many gorgeous ladies that would pass by this section. Your pussy floods with excitement. It was, after all, the perfect pussy, and was almost always Juicy and dripping. You sit down on the park bench, allowing the masses to worship it. There were a gathering of women who looked like they were starving for some Pussy, but something kept them at bay.
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