honeybee_345
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2014
- Posts
- 270
I love going to the local starbucks.
Wearing shorts that are too short.
Pulling my hair up into a sexy ponytail.
My hair sways with my hips as I parade around for all the strangers to see.
Putting on a show for all to see.
I sit in a corner seat so noone can see my naughty words or photos from my wordpress blog, twitter, tubmlr or instagram.
I wear a sweater and glasses.
I feel like a naughty librarian.
My thoughts continue to roam.
Thoughts of lust coming to mind.
Wanting to fall to my knees and suck.
Wanting to feel him throb within my mouth.
Hearing him moan in ecstasy at the suprise of my mouth.
Fuck all this bustling noise in our brains.
Just for this moment.
Until he cums.
Shooting all over my lips.
Me graciously taking it in.
That still moment.
The quiet.
Heavy breathing.
My heart longs for this.
Who will be my Starbucks lover...
Wearing shorts that are too short.
Pulling my hair up into a sexy ponytail.
My hair sways with my hips as I parade around for all the strangers to see.
Putting on a show for all to see.
I sit in a corner seat so noone can see my naughty words or photos from my wordpress blog, twitter, tubmlr or instagram.
I wear a sweater and glasses.
I feel like a naughty librarian.
My thoughts continue to roam.
Thoughts of lust coming to mind.
Wanting to fall to my knees and suck.
Wanting to feel him throb within my mouth.
Hearing him moan in ecstasy at the suprise of my mouth.
Fuck all this bustling noise in our brains.
Just for this moment.
Until he cums.
Shooting all over my lips.
Me graciously taking it in.
That still moment.
The quiet.
Heavy breathing.
My heart longs for this.
Who will be my Starbucks lover...