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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I sit down on a big comfy sofa in the candle lit room. Looking around I can see the house is a mirror of mine. She walks in with a glass of wine in each hand. I can see there are tears in her eyes. I look at here shirt, has she undone another button as I can now see her cleavage that im sure she had covered before. I don’t think she has a bra on under there and I think I can make out her nipples. She hands me a glass of wine then sit down right next to me. She just keeps apologising over and over again. I assure her that its all ok and not to worry. I ask about her partner. Hes away having fun she says, leaving me here with the boiler to deal with. Thank you so much for taking a look. She then stands up and says shes going to put on some music. Walks across the room and bends down right in front of me, casually flicking through a few CD’s. As she does this the shirt rises up the bottom of her peachy arse pokes out from the shirt. My cock stiffens in my jeans. I can just make out the tiniest of black thongs before she turns around and catches me staring. She puts on the CD and walks back over. Without saying a word and takes my empty glass from me, finishes her own wine and says lets have some more. I nod silently the tension in the room now is building out of control.
As she disappears into the kitchen, I readjust my now throbbing cock. My mind is racing, is she just teasing me? Is the boy friend upstairs. What is going on. As she returns I am not sure another button has been undone. Her pert breasts are clearly free under that shirt. The tears have gone. She walks over hands me the wine and asks me. Do you like what you see. I nob and just reply a lot. She turns to place her glass on the coffee table bending down further than she needs to and exposes her whole bottom to me. The thong had gone and so was myself control.
As she turned back she just said, im going to show you how sorry I am. In silence she kneels down in front of me, keeping eye contact at all times. Reaches forward unbuckles my belt, opens my jeans. Put her hand straight into my boxers and pulls out my hard cock. Tipping her head forward pushing it into her mouth.I sit down on a big comfy sofa in the candle lit room. Looking around I can see the house is a mirror of mine. She walks in with a glass of wine in each hand. I can see there are tears in her eyes. I look at here shirt, has she undone another button as I can now see her cleavage that im sure she had covered before. I don’t think she has a bra on under there and I think I can make out her nipples. She hands me a glass of wine then sit down right next to me. She just keeps apologising over and over again. I assure her that its all ok and not to worry. I ask about her partner. Hes away having fun she says, leaving me here with the boiler to deal with. Thank you so much for taking a look. She then stands up and says shes going to put on some music. Walks across the room and bends down right in front of me, casually flicking through a few CD’s. As she does this the shirt rises up the bottom of her peachy arse pokes out from the shirt. My cock stiffens in my jeans. I can just make out the tiniest of black thongs before she turns around and catches me staring. She puts on the CD and walks back over. Without saying a word and takes my empty glass from me, finishes her own wine and says lets have some more. I nod silently the tension in the room now is building out of control.
As she disappears into the kitchen, I readjust my now throbbing cock. My mind is racing, is she just teasing me? Is the boy friend upstairs. What is going on. As she returns I am not sure another button has been undone. Her pert breasts are clearly free under that shirt. The tears have gone. She walks over hands me the wine and asks me. Do you like what you see. I nob and just reply a lot. She turns to place her glass on the coffee table bending down further than she needs to and exposes her whole bottom to me. The thong had gone and so was myself control.
As she turned back she just said, im going to show you how sorry I am. In silence she kneels down in front of me, keeping eye contact at all times. Reaches forward unbuckles my belt, opens my jeans. Put her hand straight into my boxers and pulls out my hard cock. Tipping her head forward pushing it into her mouth.I sit down on a big comfy sofa in the candle lit room. Looking around I can see the house is a mirror of mine. She walks in with a glass of wine in each hand. I can see there are tears in her eyes. I look at here shirt, has she undone another button as I can now see her cleavage that im sure she had covered before. I don’t think she has a bra on under there and I think I can make out her nipples. She hands me a glass of wine then sit down right next to me. She just keeps apologising over and over again. I assure her that its all ok and not to worry. I ask about her partner. Hes away having fun she says, leaving me here with the boiler to deal with. Thank you so much for taking a look. She then stands up and says shes going to put on some music. Walks across the room and bends down right in front of me, casually flicking through a few CD’s. As she does this the shirt rises up the bottom of her peachy arse pokes out from the shirt. My cock stiffens in my jeans. I can just make out the tiniest of black thongs before she turns around and catches me staring. She puts on the CD and walks back over. Without saying a word and takes my empty glass from me, finishes her own wine and says lets have some more. I nod silently the tension in the room now is building out of control.
As she disappears into the kitchen, I readjust my now throbbing cock. My mind is racing, is she just teasing me? Is the boy friend upstairs. What is going on. As she returns I am not sure another button has been undone. Her pert breasts are clearly free under that shirt. The tears have gone. She walks over hands me the wine and asks me. Do you like what you see. I nob and just reply a lot. She turns to place her glass on the coffee table bending down further than she needs to and exposes her whole bottom to me. The thong had gone and so was myself control.
As she turned back she just said, im going to show you how sorry I am. In silence she kneels down in front of me, keeping eye contact at all times. Reaches forward unbuckles my belt, opens my jeans. Put her hand straight into my boxers and pulls out my hard cock. Tipping her head forward pushing it into her mouth. |
They are not been rudevits hust you put tha same bit 3 times
