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Little Black Dress
I’m checking all our preparation for the evening while you finish getting ready. Reservations check, Keys, wallet check. Then a sexy voice says I’m ready I turn to acknowledge. To my surprise you chose to seduce me in your little black dress. My minds racing flooded with sexual desires of what I wanna do to you in that dress. With a sly smirk, because you know what you have just done. I should grab you by your neck turn you around and bend you over this desk. Slowly caress your thighs moving up toward YKKs access to expose what this dress does to me while I dive into your black berry juices.
But you noticed the intentions in my eyes as I approached you. Extending your hand griping the rise you have cause as my eyes rolled back I exhale. Throbbing in your palm. Then with your other hand you extend out a finger and put it in my mouth look at me with your bedroom eyes and whisper “I played with it for you. You’re only allowed a sample.” Leaving me to my imagination running free as I savor your sweet taste of ecstasy. Your essential oil massage my taste buds and stimulate my sexuality. I float on your aromas back draft as you stroll pass me. Making it hard, literally to pass on this opportunity.
I follow you into the bathroom and bend you over the sink for my own sample. Dipping my shaft into your heaven below.
Soaring pass the sky’s until I rest on your clouds. I thrust deeper into you as you hang on to every inch. Knowing soon your rain will fill your clouds and begin to fall. I grip a hand full of your little black dress and I thrust once more as your clouds explode into a quite storm against my shaft. I whisper we are late because of you in this black dress! You turn with a smirk and say, “I didn’t want to go anyway!”
But you noticed the intentions in my eyes as I approached you. Extending your hand griping the rise you have cause as my eyes rolled back I exhale. Throbbing in your palm. Then with your other hand you extend out a finger and put it in my mouth look at me with your bedroom eyes and whisper “I played with it for you. You’re only allowed a sample.” Leaving me to my imagination running free as I savor your sweet taste of ecstasy. Your essential oil massage my taste buds and stimulate my sexuality. I float on your aromas back draft as you stroll pass me. Making it hard, literally to pass on this opportunity.
I follow you into the bathroom and bend you over the sink for my own sample. Dipping my shaft into your heaven below.
Soaring pass the sky’s until I rest on your clouds. I thrust deeper into you as you hang on to every inch. Knowing soon your rain will fill your clouds and begin to fall. I grip a hand full of your little black dress and I thrust once more as your clouds explode into a quite storm against my shaft. I whisper we are late because of you in this black dress! You turn with a smirk and say, “I didn’t want to go anyway!”
Published 25th Apr 2020
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25th Apr 2020 6:11am
25th Apr 2020 6:16am
25th Apr 2020 9:38am
A session too good to miss to make that date. Loved the sky metaphors in this passage:
Dipping my shaft into your heaven below. [usually think of heaven above]
Soaring pass the sky’s until I rest on your clouds. I thrust deeper into you as you hang on to every inch. Knowing soon your rain will fill your clouds and begin to fall. I grip a hand full of your little black dress and I thrust once more as your clouds explode into a quite storm against my shaft.
Dipping my shaft into your heaven below. [usually think of heaven above]
Soaring pass the sky’s until I rest on your clouds. I thrust deeper into you as you hang on to every inch. Knowing soon your rain will fill your clouds and begin to fall. I grip a hand full of your little black dress and I thrust once more as your clouds explode into a quite storm against my shaft.
