La Verpillière (continued)

Our messages are becoming more and more erotic. It is revealed little by little. Today, she confessed to me being a fountain woman. Obviously, my brain has exploded from this information. Obviously, I imagined gushing on my face. Wonderful challenge, finally a visual confirmation of the enjoyment woman. I do not believe in their moans anymore. On equal terms this time. My sperm against his water.