For me
Sit up straight. Straighter. Press your chest out. I want to see your breasts straining against your shirt. Slowly, slowly,[…]
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I want to press my face into your jeans, to feel how hot your cunt is in anticipation of what I’m about to do to it.
I want to slide your jeans down, off your legs, over your ankles to reveal your thighs, your knees.
I want to force your knees wide apart, to expose your cunt, covered by your panties, to the air, to my gaze.
Read moreWill your thighs clench my head? Will they shake? Quiver? Tremble? Will your pussy clench? Pulsate? Vibrate? Will you gush?[…]
Read moreTake your panties off, ASAP. Can you take a coffee break? Go to the coffee shop on your corner. Bring[…]
Read moreMy part 2 was light on prurient details. Hers isn’t. Read on…. (and remember, this was her part 1) I[…]
Read moreYou read part 1 here. We pick up our story with her lying on her stomach, legs spread, ice and[…]
Read moreYou read my version of the beginning of the evening. Here’s V’s: I get there a few minutes early on[…]
Read moreI walked in, and looked around. She wasn’t at the bar. Of course not. She’d be in the back, where,[…]
Read more“I’m considering working from home….” “If you work from home, can I come fuck you?” “Um, yes?” “I’ll be there[…]
Read moreNow. This most decidedly didn’t happen. This was sort of a “study” for the night that is described beginning here.[…]
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