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Crisp White shirt

Crisp white shirt

I come home to find naked except for your wearing my favourite shirt, you look so hot and sexy wearing white crisp linen you naughty flirt

Hands held out to greet me eyes gazing at the floor, two buttons left undone, deliberately designed to make me want some more

Slowly your hands glide up my shirt the bottom button opens wide, I get a glimpse of your inner thigh and the treasures held inside

With a sideways glance and a cheeky grin another one's undone, I hear you slightly giggle, I can tell you're having fun

Slowly each button comes undone with each one I see more skin, my manhood's hard and throbbing now, it wants to slide right in

I pull you towards me hard the last button fails to hold, you're naked now and in my grasp, now you'll do as you are told

I do with you as I choose, then you're left laying on a crumpled shirt, you know exactly what turns me on my incredibly sexy little flirt

Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
Author's Note
Nothing hotter than a girl in a crisp white man's shirt
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