big-clit

I unlock my Private Locker. This secret burned inside too long. That sweltering June afternoon. Office empty. I bolt home early. Underground parking chills my skin. Apartment upstairs? Steamy oven. Quick de-maq. Shower calls. Lukewarm jets soothe. Anna’s watery games flash back. Bladder half-full. I let a hot trickle go anyway. Clit throbs instantly. Hard….