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Welcome to the life of a Southern slut. I’m Cara, and my Mama taught me right. She showed me as a young girl that my knees were for, and honey, not for scrubbing floors.


Mama said good girl know how to please a man in two places. The kitchen and the bedroom. I can cook you an apple pie and bend over the table while it cooks. That’s how I got in trouble last week. I can’t keep these britches on, ask the delivery man what happened when he delivered me my milk. My slut hole was ready.


“Ma’am, didn’t you hear me knock?” he asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.


With all the fresh peaches I canned resting on the counter, I couldn’t help myself. I found a cucumber in the refrigerator, and it was all I needed to fuck my honey hole. I mean honestly, what else can you do while waiting? I got horny seeing all that end of summer fruit looking all sexy and sweet. I knew my sweet pie was aching to cum. This slut is ready.

I am the perfect southern slut

Pumping that pickle in and out, that man watched until he had to eat some of my fresh salad. God damn, he has a tongue of magic and wanted to make sure I was the cream to those peached. Have you ever seen a dirty bitch using whatever she can to make herself squirt? He hadn’t either, but now he has no choice but to come back for another delivery to the local slut house. When my man is gone, I can’t help myself.


This slut is ready for another delivery and those peaches are too. I love playing with food while fucking. Dribble some juice on my pussy and slurp it off. Mama raised me right. She created the perfect southern slut.