We’re playful with lots of things, including words.


One afternoon, after enjoying slave beam’s pussy with my face, we went out to a restaurant café.


slave beam noticed some evidence of cunnilingus scent in my beard — she liked smelling herself on me.


I smiled. “C’est la V.” I held up a “V” pussy gesture and blew her a kiss.


What a fine afternoon.

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