About me: of the room. Her eyes were still closed, locked in
sleep. Without touching her pussy, her vagina
peeled itself back to allow a greater flow of
liquid to escape and touch the tiled bedroom. It
was almost as fast as a bathroom sink, splattering
loudly on the floor. Hands rested underneath the
stream, covering themselves in darkness.
Diane’s digits smeared the ink all over her
face, covering every inch and every hole. Even her
teeth and nostrils were lined with the liquid,
deliciously melting
