Look me dead in the eye right before I sneeze on you. I grab a cloth handkerchief and rub my nose vigorously with one, rubbing and flicking my nostrils until they turn red. The handkerchief gets soaked, but I don't stop; I love this feeling of loss of control. I blow my nose with a grotesque, wet noise, squeezing and releasing, while my eyes water and my makeup smears. Every sneeze leaves me breathless, gasping, mouth open. Does it turn you on to see how I sneeze and shake my nose? Because it's soaking my panties
SNEZZING AND SNOT
Look me dead in the eye right before I sneeze on you. I grab a cloth handkerchief and rub my nose vigorously with one, rubbing and flicking my nostrils until they turn red. The handkerchief gets soaked, but I don't stop; I love this feeling of loss of control. I blow my nose with a grotesque, wet...
Look me dead in the eye right before I sneeze on you. I grab a cloth handkerchief and rub my nose vigorously with one, rubbing and flicking my nostrils until they turn red. The handkerchief gets soaked, but I don't stop; I love this feeling of loss of control. I blow my nose with a grotesque, wet noise, squeezing and releasing, while my eyes water and my makeup smears. Every sneeze leaves me breathless, gasping, mouth open. Does it turn you on to see how I sneeze and shake my nose? Because it's soaking my panties
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