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Remember
My Heart stopped when I saw you today-
And when your eyes met mine
I could tell- you remembered too
You remembered how close we used to be
You remembered how good my mouth felt
pressed against yours, our tongues playing softly
against each other,
You remembered how good my hand felt
sliding into your jeans to find you-hard and hot
You remembered how my nipples felt
between you thumb and index finger-
I could feel you reliving all of our moments
the urgency to undress me as I undressed you
the breathless need to feel US- skin on skin
How our bodies fit so perfectly together
You- moaning when I held your maleness in my hand
moving up and down, and how I always had
to lick the first drops of your desire from that beautiful cock
You remembered how sweet I tasted as your tongue
traced first the outside of my pussy then- me parting my thighs
your tongue moving across my clit-until it would drive me crazy
and I would beg you to stop while you smiled at me refusing to
I want you to cum in my mouth so I can drink you in- then I'll stop
was always your response- and I would because you knew exactly
how to take me there every time
You remembered how wet I was when your hard met with my soft
how my pussy would tighten around you and we both would gasp a little
because each time was so much better than the last
You remembered how my hips would guide your path of in and out
and how my lips on your neck sent goosebumps down your arms
You remembered the want, the need our bodies had for that passioned place
and how we moved in synchrony to get there together, faster, harder, wetter,
hotter, forces building, heat rising, your eyes on mine, my eyes on yours,
until finally and oh so electrifying we would both cum into and on each other
both of us holding on-holding on for as long as possible to US-
I saw your look of- I miss you- and I knew you remembered-
Just as I remembered-that we had been so close-
your wife walked up beside you and I turned to walk away
And when your eyes met mine
I could tell- you remembered too
You remembered how close we used to be
You remembered how good my mouth felt
pressed against yours, our tongues playing softly
against each other,
You remembered how good my hand felt
sliding into your jeans to find you-hard and hot
You remembered how my nipples felt
between you thumb and index finger-
I could feel you reliving all of our moments
the urgency to undress me as I undressed you
the breathless need to feel US- skin on skin
How our bodies fit so perfectly together
You- moaning when I held your maleness in my hand
moving up and down, and how I always had
to lick the first drops of your desire from that beautiful cock
You remembered how sweet I tasted as your tongue
traced first the outside of my pussy then- me parting my thighs
your tongue moving across my clit-until it would drive me crazy
and I would beg you to stop while you smiled at me refusing to
I want you to cum in my mouth so I can drink you in- then I'll stop
was always your response- and I would because you knew exactly
how to take me there every time
You remembered how wet I was when your hard met with my soft
how my pussy would tighten around you and we both would gasp a little
because each time was so much better than the last
You remembered how my hips would guide your path of in and out
and how my lips on your neck sent goosebumps down your arms
You remembered the want, the need our bodies had for that passioned place
and how we moved in synchrony to get there together, faster, harder, wetter,
hotter, forces building, heat rising, your eyes on mine, my eyes on yours,
until finally and oh so electrifying we would both cum into and on each other
both of us holding on-holding on for as long as possible to US-
I saw your look of- I miss you- and I knew you remembered-
Just as I remembered-that we had been so close-
your wife walked up beside you and I turned to walk away
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