WriterDom
Good to the last drop
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Lunch in Atlanta
You only have an hour. Time for a quick glace in the mirror before you get out of the car. Why are you so nervous? It’s only lunch. The winter chill clears your head as you approach my door. I greet you at the door wearing khaki pants and a black turtleneck. We hug briefly, and you try to make small talk. I take you by the hand. It is freezing but mine is warm. I lead you through the house to the bedroom. A thousand thoughts conflict inside your head. There is the little voice telling you to end this. And there is the throb beginning between your thighs. We stop at the side of the bed. I pull your slacks down over your shapely hips. You sit on the bed while I remove your shoes. Hips rise slightly as I remove your panties. I kneel in the floor, and cup my hands under your knees pushing them back to your pear shaped breasts. I open your sex carefully, tenderly as if peeling an overripe fruit. You close your eyes as my tongue, wide and hot, licks your pussy. I spread your lips up and away exposing your hard clit. My tongue swirls around it clockwise with a feathery touch. Ever so often I dip down to your increasing wet pussy and draw your slickness up to your throbbing clit with my tongue. Your mind shuts out all distractions as you focus on the pure pleasure I am giving. I take your hands and place where mine were. I know you are close. My tongue licks harder against the right side of your clit as my fingers fill your tightness. Your hands move off of your self and grab my hair pulling my head closer as you begin to tremble.
You only have an hour. Time for a quick glace in the mirror before you get out of the car. Why are you so nervous? It’s only lunch. The winter chill clears your head as you approach my door. I greet you at the door wearing khaki pants and a black turtleneck. We hug briefly, and you try to make small talk. I take you by the hand. It is freezing but mine is warm. I lead you through the house to the bedroom. A thousand thoughts conflict inside your head. There is the little voice telling you to end this. And there is the throb beginning between your thighs. We stop at the side of the bed. I pull your slacks down over your shapely hips. You sit on the bed while I remove your shoes. Hips rise slightly as I remove your panties. I kneel in the floor, and cup my hands under your knees pushing them back to your pear shaped breasts. I open your sex carefully, tenderly as if peeling an overripe fruit. You close your eyes as my tongue, wide and hot, licks your pussy. I spread your lips up and away exposing your hard clit. My tongue swirls around it clockwise with a feathery touch. Ever so often I dip down to your increasing wet pussy and draw your slickness up to your throbbing clit with my tongue. Your mind shuts out all distractions as you focus on the pure pleasure I am giving. I take your hands and place where mine were. I know you are close. My tongue licks harder against the right side of your clit as my fingers fill your tightness. Your hands move off of your self and grab my hair pulling my head closer as you begin to tremble.
