Story time with a squirt

Sheila began to grind her cunt into my face and I could almost hear what she was saying.

Finally, she arched her cunt forward and came in long, wet spurts in my mouth and on my

face.

Sheila was a squirter.

She pushed me away and lay her head back on the couch.

I stayed kneeling at her crotch, my face frosted with her cunt, smelling her sex and feeling

proud of myself for getting her off.

It took her 15 minutes to collect herself before she could or would speak to me.

"You are a keeper," was all she said.

"You are a keeper."

She was different than any other woman I'd been with and I thought the same to myself.

"She's a keeper."

Little did I know that the ride Sheila took me on was the first in a kinky, sometimes

twisted affair that kept me wanting more.

We showered and dressed and left to go to Little Italy for dinner.

My clothes were the same as I had on when I got there.

Sheila had changed into a little black miniskirt, white button-*********** and sandals.

Over dinner, Sheila told me how excited it was for her that I actually stripped and beat

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