Sunday, June 16, 2013

Gentle

Before I realize her intent she has already torn my good shirt and peeled it off of me.  She has drawn blood dragging her nails across my back and although it hurts I won’t stop her.   Lust fogs her eyes as she nibbles and bites where she pleases.  I am certain I will be explaining some soon to be bruises to my coworkers later on, but for now, I cherish each new one she gives me.  I smile as she reaches into my pants hungrily grasping at my cock, then sarcastically I tell her not to be so gentle.


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