She writes: I want to be kissed fiercely. Pushed up against a wall with one hand while the other explores my lace knickers.
She writes: So when I burn in Hell, will you be there to hold my hand and fan the flames on the BBQ?
He writes: Pretty much. I like the text though. I’m glad I didn’t read it whilst driving though. Difficult to operate a steering wheel with your erection in the way.
She writes: And my attempts to help you with that would have likely made it even harder... for you to concentrate.
She writes: Are you bored? Are you making up stories about the strangers surrounding you? Can you imagine what mischief we could get up to if I was there? Is there a cloakroom?
He writes: Only in the carpark, about to go in. I want to bury my face in a girl’s waxed wet crotch, licking her clitoris while working her dildo in and out. Her hand has a handful of my hair, pushing my face in further while she’s detailing her sexual fantasies.
She writes: As he teases my clitoris, I arch my back, angling my pelvis to give him greater access. He takes my right breast in one hand, his fingers working the nipple into a small hard tower. My breath catches in my throat. I use my grip on his hair to bring his face up to mine. I can taste my own arousal on his lips and tongue.
She writes: I know it's wrong. I know he shouldn't be touching me like this but I can't bring myself to stop him. I don't want him to. His fingers stroke across my clitoris before moving against my labia and slipping into my vagina. My toes curl against the sheet as my body arches to be nearer to him,
She writes: So when I burn in Hell, will you be there to hold my hand and fan the flames on the BBQ?
He writes: Pretty much. I like the text though. I’m glad I didn’t read it whilst driving though. Difficult to operate a steering wheel with your erection in the way.
She writes: And my attempts to help you with that would have likely made it even harder... for you to concentrate.
She writes: Are you bored? Are you making up stories about the strangers surrounding you? Can you imagine what mischief we could get up to if I was there? Is there a cloakroom?
He writes: Only in the carpark, about to go in. I want to bury my face in a girl’s waxed wet crotch, licking her clitoris while working her dildo in and out. Her hand has a handful of my hair, pushing my face in further while she’s detailing her sexual fantasies.
She writes: As he teases my clitoris, I arch my back, angling my pelvis to give him greater access. He takes my right breast in one hand, his fingers working the nipple into a small hard tower. My breath catches in my throat. I use my grip on his hair to bring his face up to mine. I can taste my own arousal on his lips and tongue.
She writes: I know it's wrong. I know he shouldn't be touching me like this but I can't bring myself to stop him. I don't want him to. His fingers stroke across my clitoris before moving against my labia and slipping into my vagina. My toes curl against the sheet as my body arches to be nearer to him,
