My dreamboat to Social Climb

My dreamboat to Social Climb

I stood a la quiver veiled by his enigmatic silhouette
Feeling more and more alive with each jerk and twitch
It was cold there
In his noble shadow
His chin alone protruded at least two feet in that suns peculiar slant
And was fitting and enough to carry the lofty weight of his rattling diatribe
Against the  woolgatherers he deemed the great villians of the day
I was fearful I was one of them
And felt sudden and deep remorse for time spent that very morning
Set adrift on pure dreamstate bliss
That had carried me to some warm fuzzy place
Where my disturbed soul felt the Earth
And it's jumbled vibrations like a lullaby
How could I have bought such cheap soothing?
My brain withered to tiny in his inky atmosphere
I was washed right winged and old moneyed by the east coast turn of his vowells
My pussy melted at the scent of charcoal grey wool
And brown leather elbow patches of his J Crew sweater
I wanted him to fuck me to new awesome heights
My self worth and social standing rising with each sweaty thrust
And my supreme debutante coming out
Would cum spurting out in salty gushes
Up my twat infiltrating my egg like a bazooka shot
Fertilizing me one of his kind
He turned then
And brushed my arm with his
To my horror he grimaced
Took out a navy silk handkerchief
And wiped me off