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Lydia Bice was a troubled woman. Sitting there on her living room couch she felt the warm, moist sensation between her legs once again. Rubbing her sandaled feet over the blue carpeting, the tall blonde bit her lower lip. This was silly. She could ignore that damned tingle in her cunt. She had done it time and time again, hadn’t she? But somehow this time it was different. Putting her shaking fingers to her forehead, Lydia closed her eyes. Maybe a drink would help-a tall, cool drink to make her forget that what she really needed was a good hard fuck.
“Ohhh!”
She mustn’t think of that word! She had to drive it from her mind. Thinking about doing it would only make that dreadful scratchy sensation between her white shivering legs that much more intense.
Lydia rose from the couch, feeling her knees grow weak as she walked to the open bar. Her daughter Linda was at her girlfriend’s tonight, at a pajama party. She would have all night alone to think of nothing but fucking.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.