pinky deep

She comes...
pornographic - long and pink.
Stiffened in readyness to be ridden.

We shared a pot of tea as I watched John wolf down a small breakfast at shells cafe. It was almost 7pm. The nature of this transaction requires an apraisal of both merchandise and prospective purchaser... no-one wants a kitten going to a bad home, right? I've no qualms about forking out for a good log. Every time I've thrown down the fistfull of bills, I've never been dissapointed.

I'd ridden pinky twice before. Both times I was surprised with where she could take me, the new lines I was drawing, how far she'd be pushed... 9'6 Harbour with some radical channeling just back from the nose.
I was sold, we were in love.

Up till well after midnight carefully removing the old skins of wax from her beautiful body and polishing her every curve. The early session this morning she gleamed, smiling as we pushed through the green glass. A tasty snap of her soon to come.