tortoise
roosevelt dime
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- Feb 20, 2002
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Short version: tawdry poolroom jack, occasioned by a sudden vivid vision of her. Frantic. Feverish. Furious. Kneebuckler.
Longer version: Fell asleep on a lounge by the pool, book lying open on my chest. Awoke to a searing vision of her. I call it a vision, but it assailed all of my senses at once, in perfectly vivid detail. She was straddling me on that very lounge chair. There were no preliminaries, but the state of our clothing spoke of frantic haste. My black board shorts yanked down, but still dangling from my left ankle. Her black bikini in perfect disarray. Top yanked up to allow access to those beautiful breasts. Crotch yanked to the side to allow access to that wet pussy, which was sliding, grinding along the length of my cock.
Every detail is still etched. The beads of sweat on her olive curves. Gathering. Trickling in rivulets, beckoning my mouth. Her wet hair, cascading over her shoulders as she braced herself against my chest, fingers digging, clawing. Her exquisite torso locked in the most perfect dance. Sinuous. The play of her muscles under her beautiful skin. One detail that hit me the hardest was the feel of her ass in my hands as she writhed on my cock. Undulating. Clenching. Gyrating. My fingers clutching. Clawing. Claiming. Fistfuls of ass.
All of this came upon me in an instant. A wave of uncontrollable lust, demanding immediate slaking. So, slake I did, replaying and expounding upon that delicious moment. As I came, I could feel myself buried to the hilt in her. Feel that delicious ass clutched tight in my demanding hands as her hungry pussy milked me dry. Every single drop.
Longer version: Fell asleep on a lounge by the pool, book lying open on my chest. Awoke to a searing vision of her. I call it a vision, but it assailed all of my senses at once, in perfectly vivid detail. She was straddling me on that very lounge chair. There were no preliminaries, but the state of our clothing spoke of frantic haste. My black board shorts yanked down, but still dangling from my left ankle. Her black bikini in perfect disarray. Top yanked up to allow access to those beautiful breasts. Crotch yanked to the side to allow access to that wet pussy, which was sliding, grinding along the length of my cock.
Every detail is still etched. The beads of sweat on her olive curves. Gathering. Trickling in rivulets, beckoning my mouth. Her wet hair, cascading over her shoulders as she braced herself against my chest, fingers digging, clawing. Her exquisite torso locked in the most perfect dance. Sinuous. The play of her muscles under her beautiful skin. One detail that hit me the hardest was the feel of her ass in my hands as she writhed on my cock. Undulating. Clenching. Gyrating. My fingers clutching. Clawing. Claiming. Fistfuls of ass.
All of this came upon me in an instant. A wave of uncontrollable lust, demanding immediate slaking. So, slake I did, replaying and expounding upon that delicious moment. As I came, I could feel myself buried to the hilt in her. Feel that delicious ass clutched tight in my demanding hands as her hungry pussy milked me dry. Every single drop.
