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Late
He watches
me
as I dress
for work
and
he’s got
that look
in his eyes
that
tells me
I’ll be late
and
that my lace G
isn’t
concealing
the
shape
of my
cunt
adequately
as he
sits
on the edge
of the
bed
in his
boxers
and
I notice the
head
of his
little monster
peeking
at me
and
I straddle
him
as he
finds me
wet & glistening
whilst he
grips
my hips
and
tilts me
aggressively
whilst kissing
me
hard & deep
as he
plunges
himself into
the
depths
of
me
and
the gasp
that slips
past
my lips
is inhaled
by his
hot wet
mouth
and
I’m late
for
work
as he
sends
me to work
swollen & aching
with
a constant
reminder
of
what will
unfold
again
in the
twilight
hours
when I arrive
home.
me
as I dress
for work
and
he’s got
that look
in his eyes
that
tells me
I’ll be late
and
that my lace G
isn’t
concealing
the
shape
of my
cunt
adequately
as he
sits
on the edge
of the
bed
in his
boxers
and
I notice the
head
of his
little monster
peeking
at me
and
I straddle
him
as he
finds me
wet & glistening
whilst he
grips
my hips
and
tilts me
aggressively
whilst kissing
me
hard & deep
as he
plunges
himself into
the
depths
of
me
and
the gasp
that slips
past
my lips
is inhaled
by his
hot wet
mouth
and
I’m late
for
work
as he
sends
me to work
swollen & aching
with
a constant
reminder
of
what will
unfold
again
in the
twilight
hours
when I arrive
home.
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