That Time Again
Category:
Fetish
05.07.2019
I opened Jen's bedroom door and stood on the threshold for a moment. Jen was curled on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She rocked, slowly and gently, her breath hissing. I could see the muscles at the base of her spine knotting tightly and I guessed that she was wracked by cramps. It was after noon on a bright fall Saturday and she was still in bed naked, except for an old pair of white cotton panties. Her breath hissed again and she groaned as another cramp tightened her belly.