My pussy, a spring storm. An out-of-season low-pressure system. The rain started and shows no sign of stopping. Someone said that sex is similar to killing someone. It's addictive. And then you drown. The pleasure I just experienced spreads from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and won't go away. All that was left in my mind was the pleasure of sex. The sexuality of a high school girl living life to the fullest is depicted sadly.
