Sad Eyed Lady of the Mow Lands

“I’ve been naughty bad.”

Dr Percivalle studied her oval blushed face, the pleading eyes nearly hid by her messy blonde hair.

“I’ve been dirty-dirty,” she moaned, smelling her finger tips, and inching furtively downward.

“Young lady,” Dr Percy scowled with an emergent bulge, “what in heaven’s name are you doing under the blankets?”

Lola had begun writhing down below, licking her digits and moaning oddly. She stared at him with a portentous hunger. Her lips formed a slow “f,” and she mumbled forbiddenly, her eerie and frenzied ardor flushing her soft skin…

Dr Percy let her be…until her hips buckled, and she sucked crudely at wet fingers. And then in a timely instant, he flung back the blankets. The ex-beauty queen was still wanking, thumb rallied at her jeweled nub. She worriedly bothered her plump meat, eyes alternating ‘twixt scowl and bulge.

Slowly, Dr Percy lowered his hand to her own, locking it between her damp thighs. Her fantasy froze just as spookily as her moaning.

“Is this what you were doing?” Dr Percy sniffed…