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His hand slips inside her jeans, inside her panties, seeking the openness and the wetness of her cunt, tropical jungle muggy, morning tide pungent, whirlwind urgent. A finger slides through the swollen flesh, seeking out the delicate folds to be explored as closely as she has him. The finger, held firmly by her jeans, presses against the length of cunt, feels the brazen nub of her clit, coats itself with her juices before pulling out so he can wrap his arms around her.
She attacks his ear.
She straddles him.
She takes him on top.
She rubs the moist coarseness of her denim-covered cunt against the hardness her lips and fingers and tongue have claimed, knowing she must soon feel the stretch of this still hard flesh, as well he, inside her, wanting not just the length of his cock or the feel of him or the climax she has tasted bursting deeply welcome, but wanting the whole of this man, hers to have and to explore.
The woman rides the wantonness.
The woman accepts her greediness.
The woman confesses.
"I didn't expect you."
Next: A Journey Properly Begun
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 16 years agoVery sensual and naughty...please keep on writing.
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Anonymousabout 16 years agoYou are in love with your own words. I am not. Much todo about nothing, pointless, boring.
