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Geschreven door: DancingWithKafka Label(s): Dom / sub, Erotica, Exhibitionisme, Male / Female, Oral Sex, Voyeur That dress slashed to the thigh, I will trace it with my tongue. The belt that cinches it at the waist Shall become a ring of kisses. Those hips will cut me I know, If not them then her stare shall Turn to me stone. Wait do not go! Let me look you over once more. A man waits in the shadows for her, Shadows of her eyes that do So light the room, that do so Guide me to her. And with that the dress flutters Round the corner and it is gone. I pick up my drink, down it quick, Following the click of heels. The rain has made the cobbles slick, And she stands with her dress Soaking her to the skin, I offer her a hand into the taxi. She flashes me a smile, Grabs my hand and pulls me down, That gorgeous mouth giggles As we land in the cab. I reach up her dress as she gives The driver a destination, Though I don’t care where. I know where I’m going. She goes silent as my fingers Find her and I throw her a look Of surprising arousal. It seems Miss blue dress doesn’t wear panties. She waits for me to make to move, God she is totally still, The silence is broken by a soft squeal As her cunt is fondled. She whispers something, but I cannot hear her, and so she grasps My face and pulls me up to those eyes, “Take me. Now. I don’t care about him” As she flicks her head to the driver, I flick my fingers across her clit. My my, the blue dress is damp With more than just rain. I probe her mouth with my tongue, I can feel her jump with every Touch of that most sensitive organ, A perfect little moan follows each one. I kiss down her neck, a soft bite here And a nibble there. She sticks out her chest, Begging me to devour them. I rip down the top with my teeth. There they are, I think, Those dangerous curves, That makes men lose their minds And lay down their coats. I swiftly bury my head on that Firm flesh, the scent of her perfume As I lick and suckle and bite, God it’s intoxicating. My finger still inside her, Her breath heavy and heavier, The breasts rising to meet my lips, Her cunt thrusting at my hand. “Please. Harder, I need it” She begs me so, in a voice Made of molten gold, So one becomes three. Three inside her, curled deeply, Poor Mr Thumb left to rub her clit, Small and firm circles, Drives her crazy. What a filthy mouth she has, I think as I practically chew at Her breasts, harder and nastier And filthier and faster. I can feel her starting to tense against My crooked fingers and she slams her thighs, Trapping them inside her as her shudders Turns to a tremor, turns to a spasm. And suddenly the floodgates are opened, And my hand is wetter than the rain, Drenched, soaked, saturated, sodden, Take your pick, the taste is exquisite. I feel her hand on my hard cock, Straining against my jeans. Instead I move her fingers away; “The night is still young, my love.” Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: HUSBANDS BOSS - PT 1 - OFFICE PARTY(<10 minuten)Fictie - Male / Female, Overspel, Werkplek Ben is my husband's boss, and he manages to finger blast me and fuck me during an office party at his house, while Frank - my husband - and his co-workers socialize around us. So this man asked me out Part 5(24 minuten)Fictie - Exhibitionisme, Female exhibitionist, Geschreven door vrouwen A girl meets a man in a pub, he tells her to be back there the next night and so starts an unusual relationship. A Wifes Fantasy(36 minuten)Fictie - Cuckold, Group Sex, Males / Female, Older Male / Female This is a along read about a man, his wife and their fantasy of her being a gangbang cum dumpster. like any good husband, he records it. The Rose Garden 9(<10 minuten)Fictie - BDSM, Bondage, Dom / sub, Exhibitionisme, Extreem, Males / Female, Sado-Masochism, Speeltjes, Voyeur The dildos come out and then into Beth's cunt, followed by my own stiff stander. The Fall of Brooklyn - ch10 - The Party Begins(<10 minuten)Fictie - BDSM, Dom / sub, Dood, Extreem, Humiliation, Kannibalisme, Non-consensual sex, Wreed A teenage girl is tricked into a life of slavery and is sold as a plaything to a rich old man. | ||||