“Berry.”
The only man who says my name like I'm a queen, a dirty filthy queen, whispers. His baritone is as soft as the wind, deep that it sends shivers down my spine…
And cool, that all I can think about is lodging those thing firm lips in between my thighs, needing the air to stroke my starved p***y…
Just as he taught me.
Just as I love.
The echoes of our laughter taunt me.
Him chasing me down the hallway in highschool, locking the toilet door for hours and experimenting with my clean shaved p***y with the neatly trimmed hair running down the middle.
He’d trace the tip of his finger along the soft hair till he gets to my clit…
Till he dips his hand into my wetness and pulls the sticky fingers to mock me.
And all the while, I sit on the toilet seat, legs wide open.
Innocent
