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Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 21:00:24 +0000
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Sam.
I'm sat here all horny thinking of you. You offered yourself as desert and
now my cock is throbbing at the thought of you spread out on the table
waiting for me to eat your sweet, appetising pussy.
I love you in that red satin underwear. I'd love to lay down on the table,
start slowly by kissing your soft lips, then work my way down your slender
sexy throat. Plenty of kisses to the side of your neck as my hands start to
caress your breasts through your bra. Then kissing the top of your chest
and cleavage, before I un-clasp the bra and set you free. I'd suck and
nibble on one nipple and then the other, while my hand strokes up and down
your inner thighs.
I'd stoke the fire within you, make your pussy wet and your clit start to
tingle before I slowly kiss my way down your body. Your belly, your hips,
everywhere except your pussy.... Then when you can't wait any longer, you
would push my head between your thighs, inviting me to eat dessert.
My tongue slowly snaking up seeking out your wet pussy lips, inflamed with
desire, in desperate need of the relief I can offer..... My tongue lapping
up your juices, flicking upward to your clit, making you tremble with each
stroke. I would make the tension build, the desire, the steady build up of
pressure that can only be released one way.
Then with a rush, you would go over the edge, shuddering, crying out as you
orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through you as I keep my tongue
where you need it. I feel your thighs gripping my head, my hands hold your
hips as you buck across the table, your juices flooding from your pussy,
hungrily I consume them...............................
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