Tuesday 11 February 2014

Thoughts


It’s been a long time since I thought about him, longer still since i dreamed about him. but now I’m imagining him bending me over a table with one big hand wrapped round my mouth and the other rubbing away on my clit. I’m quite naked but he hasn’t bothered to disrobe, just a bit of his furred flat stomach showing beneath the waistcoat and his fly open. My bare tits rub back and forth on the table so that I have to bite my knuckles to keep quiet, or risk waking the house. He cums on my exposed back and walks off. When he reappears he’s nude. He throws me a towel and wordlessly nods at the shower.

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