She takes my breath away with every word she mutters. She is my Lolita, poisoning my mind and good
name with her lollipop laughter. I can
almost taste her excitement as she lays there offering me a divine feast. She is confident while I’m nervous. Reversed roles make me the fumbling school
boy as I slide her lace down. She slides
one leg, parting her sugar, begging for my kisses and I oblige. Cursing myself I taste heaven and greedily
try for more. Moments later her
trembling climaxed hands pull me up to kiss her syrup from my lips.
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