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JSandecker
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We decide to play a game when we get together for our little play dates. We live out a new fantasy each time. I start off with something simple, setting the stage for you to be a little more daring next time.
We're sitting on the couch, finishing the last of our wine and gazing into the fireplace as we chat into the late hours. At one point when you're coming back into the room, you strut in a way that would instantly catch the attention of every eye at the bar... if we were out at a bar that is. Fortunately for me It's just us, and I can't take my eyes off you. You've undone a button or two on your silk blouse, your cleavage looking incredible as you move towards me. The blouse compliments your short skirt and heels. I'm certain that those three items represent every stitch you have on.
Our eyes stay locked as you come over and straddle my lap. We make out like teenagers, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, as you grind yourself onto my straining member, we're both so excited that we're not sure which of us is leaving that wetness we can feel on my trousers.
You pull away for a moment and with agonizing slowness open one button at a time, letting just a little more skin show each time until you've revealed yourself to me. I reach up and caress your breasts, no bra gets in our way. At the touch of my fingers of close your eyes and that soft little sigh I love so much escapes your beautiful lips. The one that lets me know just how much you've been wanting me to touch your breasts, how badly they've been missing me...
We play for as long as we can stand before you attack my belt and we both rush to feel me inside of you. You ride me with passion on that couch, before the first place, lifting yourself up along my length with your succulent legs, before coming down as hard as you can on me, filling yourself with my length. In that moment we're not sure who's fucking whom, only that we're both lost in the moment... this first round won't last and neither of us care, we just need find that release in each other’s arms...
That's my wish for our first playdate, what's yours? How does the next round go?
We're sitting on the couch, finishing the last of our wine and gazing into the fireplace as we chat into the late hours. At one point when you're coming back into the room, you strut in a way that would instantly catch the attention of every eye at the bar... if we were out at a bar that is. Fortunately for me It's just us, and I can't take my eyes off you. You've undone a button or two on your silk blouse, your cleavage looking incredible as you move towards me. The blouse compliments your short skirt and heels. I'm certain that those three items represent every stitch you have on.
Our eyes stay locked as you come over and straddle my lap. We make out like teenagers, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, as you grind yourself onto my straining member, we're both so excited that we're not sure which of us is leaving that wetness we can feel on my trousers.
You pull away for a moment and with agonizing slowness open one button at a time, letting just a little more skin show each time until you've revealed yourself to me. I reach up and caress your breasts, no bra gets in our way. At the touch of my fingers of close your eyes and that soft little sigh I love so much escapes your beautiful lips. The one that lets me know just how much you've been wanting me to touch your breasts, how badly they've been missing me...
We play for as long as we can stand before you attack my belt and we both rush to feel me inside of you. You ride me with passion on that couch, before the first place, lifting yourself up along my length with your succulent legs, before coming down as hard as you can on me, filling yourself with my length. In that moment we're not sure who's fucking whom, only that we're both lost in the moment... this first round won't last and neither of us care, we just need find that release in each other’s arms...
That's my wish for our first playdate, what's yours? How does the next round go?
