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Risky Business
His main concern was the risk to fraud, and he didn’t even have the audacity to speak to me 1:1 about the risk averse lens he’d rapidly applied to a body of work that had the potential to save lives.
Sighs.
All I kept thinking about was our mutual love of classical music, and what his lips tasted like, instead of challenging him on his erratically unfounded premature fears.
And, of course; the risk of his rock hard cock plunging deeply into my tight wet bare cunt, whilst whispering filth into his ear to make him blush, in between those inebriated hypnotic moans he might elicit from my lips as he tapped upon my swollen bud as if tapping upon piano keys, never did stray too far from my mind.
Suffice to say, we never ever went there as ethicality posed an issue.
Maybe, in another lifetime our paths will cross and I’ll tease him over his pompous accent whilst holding his soft hands in mine before showing him how to live a little, on the wild side.
Sighs.
All I kept thinking about was our mutual love of classical music, and what his lips tasted like, instead of challenging him on his erratically unfounded premature fears.
And, of course; the risk of his rock hard cock plunging deeply into my tight wet bare cunt, whilst whispering filth into his ear to make him blush, in between those inebriated hypnotic moans he might elicit from my lips as he tapped upon my swollen bud as if tapping upon piano keys, never did stray too far from my mind.
Suffice to say, we never ever went there as ethicality posed an issue.
Maybe, in another lifetime our paths will cross and I’ll tease him over his pompous accent whilst holding his soft hands in mine before showing him how to live a little, on the wild side.
Published 22nd Jun 2019
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
22nd Jun 2019 4:27pm
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