Chapter 1352

• NAUGHAHYDE-
• Seriously. What is this stuff?” Jeff rubs his fingers over the top of my cheap-ass, dime-store mule. “Naugahyde,” I say, pushing my shoulders back,
• showing off my conical boobs and my pink fuzzy sweater. “Nauga-what?” It does not escape my notice that his finger briefly slips beneath the band of fake plasticine leather to stroke my bare skin. His touch sizzle-pops up my calf, burns a line of fire behind my knee and tickles slowly up my inner thigh. The sensation lands with a lazy, warm flex in my pussy.