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His Impatience
He admires
the
way I
dress
for him
making
sure I’m
knickerless
and
layered
in his
favourite
perfume
before
we set
off
for dinner
and
I catch
him
eyeing
my tight
arse
and
fishnet hosiery
knowing
we won’t
make
it home
until
he drives
his
rock hard
deviant
ways
into me
always
on the way
home
until I’m
begging
for more
of his
scorching hot
love
slamming
into me
whilst
we’re both
cascading
all over
one
another
and
his impatience
leaves
me
achingly
swollen
and
pulsating
as I taste
my undying
love
upon
his gorgeous
lips
as I
wipe
his hot
stickiness
from my
bare
soft petals
as we
kiss
deeply
and
make
our
way home
together.
the
way I
dress
for him
making
sure I’m
knickerless
and
layered
in his
favourite
perfume
before
we set
off
for dinner
and
I catch
him
eyeing
my tight
arse
and
fishnet hosiery
knowing
we won’t
make
it home
until
he drives
his
rock hard
deviant
ways
into me
always
on the way
home
until I’m
begging
for more
of his
scorching hot
love
slamming
into me
whilst
we’re both
cascading
all over
one
another
and
his impatience
leaves
me
achingly
swollen
and
pulsating
as I taste
my undying
love
upon
his gorgeous
lips
as I
wipe
his hot
stickiness
from my
bare
soft petals
as we
kiss
deeply
and
make
our
way home
together.
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