Edison had been obsessed with Fanny since he was little. Back then, she wore only silk stockings unlike the other women in the village. After all, she was from the city near the village. She knew how to dress well.
The image of her long legs in silky black stockings excited Edison, who would never forget that image. Because of Fanny, he had developed a yearning for silk stockings.
Standing in front of her, Edison could see every inch of her charming body. The unique flavor of a young woman, for him, was as addictive as marihuana. Young women like Fanny, they knew what and how to do it when you gave them a signal. You grab her butt and the next second she’s leaning towards you. You touch her lips and she’s kneeling down, ready to suck your c**k.
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