Break Time
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Publié :17/11/2016 10h34
Dernière mise à jour :1/3/2020 22h25 2632 vues
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Break time...
think of climbing down from that tractor.... seeing me on a bed perhaps in a small sun filled clearing, in a thick stand of tall firs...mmm I'm stretching long and slowly in the warmth of my" bed sun bath",... with only my crisp white linen sheet wrapped about my voluptuous soft body...knotted in the valley of my huge 48DDs and flared with my ample hips and softly laying over my plump, round, fleshy posterior...
climb down from that bad boy and slowly come to me ...mmm your lust filled eyes soaking up every drop of my full body... while you bite and pull at every finger of those big dusty leather work gloves, working your hands free with every step you take closer to your rendezvous with this pale, sun kissed , buxom red head...wrapped up in white like a wanton,...like the wanton she is...
__________________
uniqueness is a gift...
My blood is alive...with many voices
that tells me...I am made of longing,
Rilke
Some women fear the fire
Some women simply become it
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eating out...
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Publié :17/11/2016 10h27
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2018 3h50 2654 vues
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Going out to Dinner...I hope the tables have long table cloths
so you could slide your hand along my leg...slowly working your fingers up under my gauzy long skirt ...feeling their way past my thigh high stockings...to the soft flesh of my inner thighs...can you feel the heat of my pussy? are my panties wet?... do you feel how slippery wet my sweet pussy is...as you slowly slide your forefinger across the cotton crotch of my panties...hooking your finger on the moist, musky fabric...and pulling ...pulling the crotch to the side, while your eyes stare into her eyes, your finger moves forward...feeling my plump, swollen pussy lips...pinch them...oooh yes like that...harder...pull on them...rub the lips together , twisting and pulling as you do....oooh my god do you feel my creamy juices flowing? Oooh I shifts in my chair...I scoot my ass forward to meet your juice coated fingers...I rock my hips in a way that deepen your finger farther into my sweet spot...My eyes begin flashing with pleasure and a faint desperate cooing escapes my lips as you push harder and faster...plunging not one, but three fingers deeply in my slit... with people sitting all a round us...you thrust three fingers deep in to my cunt oohhh I'm grinding against your sopping wet knuckles..you hear my breathing it's heavy as I tighten my pussy lips around your hand...oh my god I'm cumming... cumming all over your hand as you fist fuck me under the dinner table....your cock is exploding ...your cumming too from just the friction of your hard throbbing cock rubbing against your trousers..
As I sit back collecting myself...you sit still, slowly withdrawing your hand, your fingers, from my box... your digits are coated with the essences of me..you slowly bring them to your nose, to your lips...the intoxicating fragrance lingering as you suck them clean..
I have a feeling that... dinner with me this evening will be well remembered...and even thought of often .I know I will!
__________________
uniqueness is a gift...
My blood is alive...with many voices
that tells me...I am made of longing,
Rilke
Some women fear the fire
Some women simply become it
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