straight at me. I guess he was getting desperate, perilously close to
the edge because there was he, no longer speaking in full sentences.
"Clothes. Off," he commanded, in his now more hoarse voice, his eyes
ravenous. And with a little schoolgirl giggle, I obeyed. I shimmied
out of my skirt, pulling the fabric sensuously over my hips before
kicking them away off the bed. I then played with the waistband of my
panties, lightly tugging, teasing him, and making the big man
salivate.
His rock-hard d!ck was literally weeping now, there was a steady
stream of sp3rm dripping from the tip to the bed, a pool of pre-cum
that I longed to taste.
"You want to see?" I breathed, snapping the waistband, like he had not
seen them before. My fingers crept down to my cunt and I lightly
trailed it over my fleshy lips, the material soaking wet. "You want to
see?"
But before he could say anything, I did the deed. I hooked the
material in one of my fingers and pulled it to the side, showing him
my pretty p**sy, the swollen lips, the cl!t so stiff and achy that it
pushed out between my labia, begging to be touched.
Leaning back a little, I pushed my hips forward so that he could get a
better view and even spread my legs a bit, squatting so that my hole
opened up, winking at him. "See?" I purred throatily. "My p**sy wants
you."
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