I lay, crippled by his smile, against the table cloth
waiting for his morning need to urge him on with the breaking sun crying for
attention. With a slow soft pull on my
lace I was his wet pleasure, exposed, suspended in midair, waiting for his
desire to send him further along his daring path. His fingers left my dress, dancing along my
skin as he watched me intently. I did
not disappoint his imagination, moaning loudly when he found my heat and
circled it. Eventually, his soft
caressing hands were replaced by his rhythmic thickness and eventual collapse.
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