My First Time Touching Myself: The Lunch That Shattered My Innocence
The bathroom stall in that cozy brasserie smelled of cheap floral soap and faint cigarette smoke from the vent. I locked the door, heart already hammering. My bladder screamed for relief after those langoustines and wine. But as I yanked down my wide pants and plain cotton panties, I froze. Soaked. My pussy lips glistened,…