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Would You Like Ketchup With That?
Date: 6/25/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Reluctance, Author: mardare, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com
pleasure. God, I was hooked, and I knew it. I only wish there was some way of telling her, but it was out of the question. Still, it was such a visceral fantasy, one that didn’t have to end as long as I didn’t want it to. That night I dreamed of her, naked as she straddled my face, my tongue pushing between her folds, her weight pressing against my face, forcing me deeper into her dripping wet pussy... I awoke suddenly, furiously rubbing my overheated snatch, on the verge of yet another mind blowing climax, one that curled my toes and left me gasping for breath as I clutched my pillow with one hand so hard that I thought it would burst in my grip. oOo Of course, there were those days when someone else’s voice greeted me, leaving me saddled with disappointment and longing for the sensuality of ‘p’s popping and the erotic prose of ‘have a nice delightful wonderful lovely evening'. Those days I would simply go home, nibble a few fries halfheartedly before tossing them and try to drown my displeasure out with an orgasm or two, not that they were anything like the ones that she gave me. Yes, I know exactly how obsessive that sounds, but obsession was really what it had become. I’d be lying to myself to say otherwise. God, if she ever took an actual vacation, I thought, or worse, if she quit or was fired, what would I do? That made me get ahold of myself. I couldn’t help but chuckle. I wouldn’t be the end of the world. Plus, think of all the money I’d save and the calories I’d ...