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She Made Me Watch
She made me watch.
“Click Clack…..Click Clack”
The melody of high heels on the hard wood floor
Fill the quiet house.
The sound stops for a moment then starts again.
“Click Clack…Click Clack”
The sound is getting louder.
She is getting closer.
There standing in the kitchen,
She is wearing nothing but a pair of Yellow patent leather high heels and an old zip up hoodie.
Her hair is in a pony tail.
Make up. Immaculate.
Lips are glossed to perfection.
Securing my attention, you unzip the sweatshirt,
Revelaing everything from you freshly shaven
Legs and snatch to your stretch marks and pierced nipples.
I lick my lips and immediately feel the blood rushing to my penis.
I am at full attention.
She takes me by the hand and leads me to the bedroom.
Dropping to her knees, she begins sucking gently.
Elegantly and full of grace.
She asks me how bad I want her
I answer her.
She then tells me not to move as she gets on the bed.
“I want you to watch me” she said.
She spreads her legs open
And begins masterbating.
Slowly playing with herself.
One hand is on her swollen clitoris
While the other hand holds the lollipop in her mouth.
It doesn’t take long before a puddle begins to form
Underneath her buttox and thighs.
I can now hear her fingers splashing around
Like a child in a bathtub.
“Come here” she motions to me with her hand holding the lollipop.
“Now stay right there…..here it comes”
Her tight vagina squirts a jet stream of sweet clear fluid
That has soaked my neck and upper chest.
Moans are turning into full battle cries.
She takes a deep breath and does it again.
Another stream of sweet fluid has squirted me in the face.
My beard and shirt are soaked.
Feeling a light dribble running down the inside of my left leg,
I look down to see if her squirt had gotten on my pants.
Upon further investigation,
I realize that as she was making me watch her cum,
I in turn had came on myself and it was my cum, not hers,
That was running down my leg.
I will never forget the day she made me watch.
“Click Clack…..Click Clack”
The melody of high heels on the hard wood floor
Fill the quiet house.
The sound stops for a moment then starts again.
“Click Clack…Click Clack”
The sound is getting louder.
She is getting closer.
There standing in the kitchen,
She is wearing nothing but a pair of Yellow patent leather high heels and an old zip up hoodie.
Her hair is in a pony tail.
Make up. Immaculate.
Lips are glossed to perfection.
Securing my attention, you unzip the sweatshirt,
Revelaing everything from you freshly shaven
Legs and snatch to your stretch marks and pierced nipples.
I lick my lips and immediately feel the blood rushing to my penis.
I am at full attention.
She takes me by the hand and leads me to the bedroom.
Dropping to her knees, she begins sucking gently.
Elegantly and full of grace.
She asks me how bad I want her
I answer her.
She then tells me not to move as she gets on the bed.
“I want you to watch me” she said.
She spreads her legs open
And begins masterbating.
Slowly playing with herself.
One hand is on her swollen clitoris
While the other hand holds the lollipop in her mouth.
It doesn’t take long before a puddle begins to form
Underneath her buttox and thighs.
I can now hear her fingers splashing around
Like a child in a bathtub.
“Come here” she motions to me with her hand holding the lollipop.
“Now stay right there…..here it comes”
Her tight vagina squirts a jet stream of sweet clear fluid
That has soaked my neck and upper chest.
Moans are turning into full battle cries.
She takes a deep breath and does it again.
Another stream of sweet fluid has squirted me in the face.
My beard and shirt are soaked.
Feeling a light dribble running down the inside of my left leg,
I look down to see if her squirt had gotten on my pants.
Upon further investigation,
I realize that as she was making me watch her cum,
I in turn had came on myself and it was my cum, not hers,
That was running down my leg.
I will never forget the day she made me watch.
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