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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Leave the front door unlocked.
Now, walk to the kitchen. Bend over the kitchen table, pull you knickers down, to your thighs, spread your legs, close your eyes, and wait.
But not long.
You'll hear the door close behind me, then footsteps as I walk in.
Feel my presence behind you, looking at you, open and waiting.
Will it be a hand you feel first, slowly stroking your back, or sliding between your thighs to carress your moistening, eager pussy?
Or perhaps a kiss, my warm breath on your skin as I work my way along your legs, teasing slowly before tasting you till your moaning and begging for more.
Scoop your breasts from your top so they press against the smooth, cold wood. My tongue flicking slowly through you, each stroke making you wetter as your pussy swells open and your clit begins to jump.
Your knickers, abandoned at your thighs as you raise your ass up higher, my tongue swirling over it.
Then, I slip inside. Filling you up to bursting.
Long, slow, deep and hard. Each stroke moving deeper inside you.
Each stroke filling you more, fucking you relentlessly. Taking every pleasure from your moist, hot pussy, again and again and again.
I can feel you cumming now, tightening around my thick hot shaft, juices flowing down your thighs as I press ever deeper.
Turning you around, for the first time, you can hardly stand and I push you to your knees. My tool, slick with your juices presses against your pouting, sensual lips. You open your mouth to receive me and I slip inside as I cum.
Spurting thick, silky liquid over your tongue, it drips from your lips, running down your body, splashing over your hard pink nipples.
No names, no conversation,
And when I leave you will be dripping with me, and your wet knickers will be in my pocket. |
