Your man?
By msprettylynn
Bent over the pool table he enters from behind He piches my nipples with the tips of his fingers My hair entwined in his fist He jerks my head back and tells me what i want to hear He turns me over to look at his face Eyes sparkling with excitement Hands groping in anticipatrion I kiss his neck and then his chest Grazing my tongue over ever ince of his flesh Slowly I know what he wants My nails dig into his ass as i drop to my knees Hes in my mouth and I start to moan Both hands on my head i move my hand to him and begin I know what he needs He realeases on my on my bare chest and looks at me with smile I did it again, I giggle I sucked your man! Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 04:32 AM PST 0 • 16
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"Bent over the pool table..."