She pulled out the skirt again (always the princess) and returned to the pot. A bit of the stuff squishes from both leg openings, and she presses through the lacy front at the gross mound inside, squeezing it, squishing, mushing and sliding it. xxx18 She’s standing, knees wide apart, the skirt pulled up and over to the side, and she stiffens, lolling her head back, sort of wavering on the heels, licking her lips, as she pulls and pushes slowly, then more forcefully. She digs into the jar again, and does the same for the other side. Those panties bulged horrifyingly, and the stockings looked disgusting, even though all the beans were now on the floor (somewhere) it was just brown, and yucky between her legs, with long, brown, river-like streaks through silvery white, down
