Waiting for you

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N8Dreams
N8Dreams
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Just I took a shower for being clean for you,
prepared myself and put perfume on my body,
put cream on skin for tendering my flesh.
Polishing nails, painting my lips and areolas,
trimming brows and bush,
combing my hair,
I am ready now -
for you.

How wants he do me today?
How can I give pleasure?
What will become his mind's surprize?
High heels, slit long skirt, pretty stockings,
or half naked, wearing erotic lingerie?
A translucent nighty?
Or simply nude how god me created?
I choose neither slip nor bra.
A transparent fabric is all.
I am dressed now -
for you.

Shall I turn on your mind and pine?
Will I make you horny?
Will your cock get harden and rise up
at first sight?
Will you do me hard or gentle?
Slow or rough like stallions do?
Or want me steam you up by wiggling my ass and breasts,
presenting you my buns while do a strip -
for you?

Now resting on my sheets, yearning for your being,
your cock and mind,
your kisses and sweet touches.
I remind last night, when we made cute sex,
your cock all time in me giving pleasure.
Involuntary I spread my legs, getting wet -
for you

Im dreaming about your huge cock
which split me up and parted,
strechted slowly my sweet tissue
untill it reached the end.
Eyes meet in silent harmony.
We dont move, souls touched
we enjoy each other
for the time being -
with you

One hand cups my breasts, other is reaching down
unfolding and between my leafs
searching for the magic bud of pleasure.
Its true, I am getting dripping wet.
I touch my aching pearl and teats
always imaging -
its you

I start moaning I writhe my loins.
Frst one, then two at last three fingers
I touch my pink velvet.
Why it is not your pine
which is now fucking me so hard and gentle?
Where is the srewing prick, the cock, the hardeness -
of you

I speed up me tries to get off
without you it has become difficult
cause I am so used, addicted to your cock
your cock feels always beautiful,
you can stuff me pretty my fingers not.
So urgently I want get penetrated and filled -
by you

I perceive a faint laughter from the door.
I get frighten, startled, who is watching me?
Its you at the doorframe who is peeping.
How much time you did observed me?
You give me an amorous smile,
pants open, cock out, hard wanking.
"Excuse me darling, always I imagined -
its you"

N8Dreams
N8Dreams
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