Still

August 1, 2008 at 9:27 pm 2 comments

“I want to fuck you right now,” he said.

I’d just hiked up my skirt to show him my lacy blue underpants, and I could feel him through his trousers, hard.

We went to dinner instead, though. After dinner… well, that’s a story for a different day.

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Spit on my face and tell me that you love me Orange juice, chicken soup, hot kinky sex

2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. allforher  |  August 2, 2008 at 3:35 pm

    You are such a tease!

  • 2. omnivoresdilemma  |  August 6, 2008 at 2:56 am

    Tee hee! I usually deliver in the end. See my next three posts!

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