Airport Arrival

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MindFucker
MindFucker
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My man has come to visit…
At airport arrivals...waiting my turn.
He walks through the door of customs...
Give him a hug, whisper in his ear...
"Hello, Honey.” A sexy smile and a wink...
He knows what is cumming.

We stroll to the car park...hand in hand...
Placing his bag in the back of my girly...Ute.
He opens the passenger door, while I walk 'round to his side...

Stand at the door as he is sits on the seat...
Leaning in, put my hands on his chest, pushing back… across the seats.
Kiss and tongue fuck his mouth...As I straddle his waist.
Feel his cock reacting...becoming erect...
Under my throbbing pussy.

He places his hands on my thighs, moving them up my legs...
Up, up, under my short skirt, squeezing my arse cheeks.
What is that taste, I am thinking...
As I run my tongue up his neck on his left side. “Mmm.”
“You taste fucking good baby, so... Delish.
My tongue tingling, from the sensations of him.

I am tongue fucking his sexy mouth, while undoing his shirt...
“I want to lick you like a melting fucking ice cream.” “Right here, right now.”

I move on down his neck, down his chest, to his nipple...
Sucking the nub into my wet, hot mouth...
That’s watering from the need to taste cock.
My pussy is throbbing from the thought of...
Fucking this very sexy man.

I hear footsteps approaching from behind...
A man comes to the car… wearing a cop’s uniform...
“Excuse me miss, you can't do that here,”...
While looking up my dress...at my very naked arse.

“Oh, but officer, I haven't fucked him yet,"as I look at the man in the sexy cop uniform...

My eyes flick to his name-tag - Mike W ...Damn, I just creamed myself again...Ha !

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