Two weeks after Liz and I shared a bowl of popcorn and a yeast infection, we ran into each other in the kitchen.
"Yeast infection's gone," she said. "Come upstairs?" Teri must not have been around.
Liz was such a slut. I loved it.
"Cool." Kristin was at work and I hadn't gotten laid in a couple of days.
Warm, wet pussy beats stroking one out any day of the week.
Provided there's no Candida involved.
We went to Liz's room and fucked.
I went back that evening for sloppy seconds.
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