These Coach Gynger Sandals are perfect for summer time and will only cost you about $168. Their perfect for a walk in the park. I myself have taking a walk in the park a time or 2 before. Let me tell you a story about one of my past Cinderellas

I knew she liked me, from the way she always smiled when I walked in the break room. I didn’t know whether to push up since I used to talk to her “work friend” who got fired a few weeks earlier. I thought could I make the switch? I tried and we hit it off, but I never thought that it would go as far as it did.

About a month later, we were officially messing around. I asked her for a ride to work, and back home, I really wanted to see what she would say. She said yes. The ride to work was great she wore a small dress and some sandals. Her giant boobs were bouncing like basketballs. Half way through the ride I had to start thinking about numbers and sports to get the manxilla to “take a nap”

Needless to say work that day was a blast. However on the ride home would be where the show really would take off. We were at a light, I decide to rub on her smooth thighs. I saw the pleasure in her face, she smiled and joked about crashing. I asked her if she could handle it, she started to say something but by that time i had spread her legs as far apart as I could get them and began licking the top of her C L I T. She keep one hand on my head and the other on the wheel. I flicked my tongue faster as we drove through rush hour traffic. My fingers now deep inside her, as she begged for me to stop, and then not stop, scared someone will see us, scared she might lose control. Finally she said “OMG Please stop I’m bout to c o m…” We decided to go to the park so I could finish.

Once at the park she scooted her legs over to face me and I took in a mouthful, my tongue swirling and licking, flicking and twirling. My middle finger inside of her, digging deep inside of her carefully caressing the bottom of her insides. Then as I switched up my tongue movement I switched up the movement of my fingers as well to the roof of her insides. Her moans were uncontrollable she wanted the manxilla.

I whipped it out, hard as ever as she rubbed it with her hands. There was no way I was going to be able to really “DO ME” in the cramped and now hot car. We decided to go for a walk. The park was now getting dark, the park had exercise equipment. I bend her over the apparatus and entered her from behind. At sudden and deep plunge to the bottom inserting myself at a sideways angle. I reached up and grabbed her neck from behind as a rammed myself inside of her before slowing up.

As I switched up my tempo I ran my hands over her hair, playing with it, my fingers taking an evening jog threw her hair. Until I grabbed a handful of her hair and began pounding away at her from the back. She moaned loudly. I moaned, moved my hands from her hair to up under her dress and used a handful of her A S S to guide my stride in her before letting go inside of her. This evening was amazing.

Needless to say we took detours on the ride home almost that whole year. Later she would profess her love to me only for me to mess it up, shattering any chance I had to place a glass slipper on her foot. Hey Cinderella, if you’re reading this, I want you to know. I think of you often.