“Will you make me scream tonight? I know you know what to do with me, how to play me, make me shudder with a light touch…kill me when you hurt me so methodically…never mercy…and I’ve begged…yeah, I’ve begged you. I’ve learned begging is pointless with you.”
something about her face. Beautiful…but reminds me of something. Sexy, fun, sexually wild. Dark eyes, lips. Unsure. That wild mane for certain. My hands wound into that.
I do believe there is love at first sight…as well as lust.
“girl has a face like murder”.
Graze on my lips,
and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the
pleasant fountains lie,
And if those founts be dry,
stray lower yet, For moist
with heaven’s dew the valleys sigh…
Your founts ne’er will be dry
And lower yet, your valleys
ere will be in gushing spate.
The sighs I hear will be in
fullness deep requited.
makes me want to hold her close, feel my hands in her mane…tame it to find her face…her lips…
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Great ass…legs, love her hair, casual - careless stance. That pouting bulge in thong is most evocative. ::cough:: back to work…
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He said nothing. Words weren’t necessary just now. He was just home and seemed to re-focus himself with this rite. She adored this time. He would pet her, stroke her soft hair slowly, again and again. Then he’d reach forward and ‘knead’ her full, heavy breasts - moving to her nipples with thumb and forefinger - pulling-down firmly, lingering at the nipple, tightening his fingers on the turgid flesh, ending with a hard tug.
Her head dipped back and she had decided on a ‘whimpering’ sound when she needed to react to these sensations. When he moved to feel her cunt, he was always delighted to find his hand drenched in her, thick and dripping at the base of her labia.
Neither tired of this late afternoon time. She sat quietly, looking at him only after her raised her head with his finger at her chin. She smiled here and there, smiles that had genesis in her absolute joy.
This was what she needed, hungered for. She had thought herself unsteady in life - difficult to fit with others. Lovers quickly irritated her and she left, often suddenly without any goodbye. THIS was “parfait”…her body relaxed.
Later, after his dinner, lights dim, he sat on the couch with her. She sat with legs tucked beneath her, palms face-up in lap, leaning slightly forward so her heavy breasts and very large nipples were displayed as her preferred.
The prospect of living together, serving him, pleasing him a lifetime made her shudder. Twitchy, sudden body movements resulted from the electricity bouncing through her body and cunt. She simply glowed with the delicious anticipation. This was truly, in every literal sense…HOME.
“Keep your arms UP there. Jesus…my whole hand is soaked. Squirming is good…go ahead…pump my hand harder…”.
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“You were the sexiest, most beautiful girl there tonight. All the guys were staring at you. Hey…you’re breathing kind of heavily…my guess is you’re soaked, juices running down your thighs. See this? You need this deep inside you…you’ve that look in your eyes. The kids can’t hear you scream down here.
Get your fucking ass over here…on your hands and knees…now!”.
“Hey…I’m sorry baby. How can you still be pissed? Do you know you’ve the best ass I’ve seen on a chick in my life?”
“Oh…baby…it’s so good. Mmmmmmmmmm…:gasp: ahhhhhhh…I love you so much. My god…what you do to me…make me feel…soooo deep…”.
