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liking that
I saw you looking --at my crotch.
You asked why I was looking at your bust.
I stared at your ass.
You stared at my abs.
You asked, "See something you like?"
I answered, "Everything I see, I like, and, I suspect, I will like that which I can't see, even better."
"'You WILL like what you can't see.' Just like that?"
"Just like that."
You had your blouse tied high below your bust, navel showing below.
I liked that.
My pants worn low, tight abs showing above.
You liked that.
Shoes with no socks.
We both liked that.
Your thong showing above your jeans.
Red, I like that.
My shirt unbuttoned down to there, no t-shirt.
You like that.
Hand in hand to my car.
We both liked that.
A kiss on the porch, at your door.
We both liked that.
You opened the door and walked on in.
I sure didn't like that.
You took my hand and pulled me.
I liked that.
Another kiss, a hug, caressing backs, gripping butts.
We both liked that.
Untying blouse, unbuttoning shirt, them falling to the floor.
We both liked that.
Unbuttoning jeans, unzipping jeans, them falling to the floor.
We both liked that.
Hugging, kissing, feeling, petting, gripping, groping.
We both liked that.
Bulging briefs pressed to moistened thong.
We both like that.
Lips to lips, tongue to tongue, breast to chest, navel to abs.
We both liked that
Removing thong, removing briefs.
We both liked that.
On the floor, tongue to clit, mouth around dick.
We both liked that.
Sweating bodies, soaking slit, ridged shaft.
We both liked that.
Engorged dick entering wet cunt, driving in and out.
We both liked that.
Moaning, panting, straining, thrusting.
We both liked that.
Bruising lips, sucking tongues, clawing backs, gripping butts.
We both liked that.
Soaking groins, thrashing, moving, ramming, jamming, grunting.
We both like that.
Cuming, cuming, cuming.
We both liked that.
Dressing after.
We did not like that.
Your mom's key in the lock.
We did not like that.
Standing, acting, faking.
Moma did not like that.
Screaming, crying, parting.
We did not like that.
Not knowing your name.
I don't like that.
You asked why I was looking at your bust.
I stared at your ass.
You stared at my abs.
You asked, "See something you like?"
I answered, "Everything I see, I like, and, I suspect, I will like that which I can't see, even better."
"'You WILL like what you can't see.' Just like that?"
"Just like that."
You had your blouse tied high below your bust, navel showing below.
I liked that.
My pants worn low, tight abs showing above.
You liked that.
Shoes with no socks.
We both liked that.
Your thong showing above your jeans.
Red, I like that.
My shirt unbuttoned down to there, no t-shirt.
You like that.
Hand in hand to my car.
We both liked that.
A kiss on the porch, at your door.
We both liked that.
You opened the door and walked on in.
I sure didn't like that.
You took my hand and pulled me.
I liked that.
Another kiss, a hug, caressing backs, gripping butts.
We both liked that.
Untying blouse, unbuttoning shirt, them falling to the floor.
We both liked that.
Unbuttoning jeans, unzipping jeans, them falling to the floor.
We both liked that.
Hugging, kissing, feeling, petting, gripping, groping.
We both liked that.
Bulging briefs pressed to moistened thong.
We both like that.
Lips to lips, tongue to tongue, breast to chest, navel to abs.
We both liked that
Removing thong, removing briefs.
We both liked that.
On the floor, tongue to clit, mouth around dick.
We both liked that.
Sweating bodies, soaking slit, ridged shaft.
We both liked that.
Engorged dick entering wet cunt, driving in and out.
We both liked that.
Moaning, panting, straining, thrusting.
We both liked that.
Bruising lips, sucking tongues, clawing backs, gripping butts.
We both liked that.
Soaking groins, thrashing, moving, ramming, jamming, grunting.
We both like that.
Cuming, cuming, cuming.
We both liked that.
Dressing after.
We did not like that.
Your mom's key in the lock.
We did not like that.
Standing, acting, faking.
Moma did not like that.
Screaming, crying, parting.
We did not like that.
Not knowing your name.
I don't like that.
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