It was one of those days. Your typical Saturday where 90% of your to-do list is dull. Groceries? Sure. Random paperwork? Meh. Tidying up a bit? Dull. Driving someone to tennis? Yawn. At least there was yoga, brunch out with girlfriends... and waking up, as it's often the case, with an increasingly demanding, eager, hungry wet pussy.

For your own sanity's sake, you know o' too well that you better have a quickie before getting up otherwise your day will be... challenging, in many ways. Back-up plan is to plug while driving around, but you also know that tends to turn you into a wild, horny, fantastically aroused animal. Which is fine too, of course.

Brunch was rather decent. Good to have a freshly made salad in summer, you know? Great setting too, even though the dress code probably would not approve of going commando under my dress. But as long as you don't tell anyone...

Did I skip tidying up a bit in the afternoon? Yes, how did you know? My excuse? I relaxed around the house with just a long tee-shirt on, nicely exposing my pussy for a couple of hours, ensuring that it is always well-cared for, listened to and Niagara-falls wet. Because that's just... right.

Until next time,

V

(I only use chat and won't respond to rude, one-liners or random messages, especially from empty accounts. Ladies and correct intros are welcome)