Na-na

She looked up at me. "I got a sore, Thug. On my na-na." I did a double take. "A sore?" I glanced around, then whispered out the corner of my mouth, "On your pussy?"

Then she stood in front of the mirror and carefully shaved her na-na.

Like right now for instance, my na-na is just drenched thinking about my stripping days, my clit-clit so hot and hard I could pop a corn kernel off it.

Yes, I keep the na-na real sweet for your eating