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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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after i parked my car on another street, i locked up and wandered down the pavement through the cold drizzle, watching my shadow cast on walls and windows as i looked at the house numbers. Was i on the right street, did she say no. 23 red door ? I counted down the numbers, looking around, wondering who may be watching. Then i was confronted with a red door, no. 23, a dim light beyond the curtains beckoned me to knock. I rattled the knocker and waited as my heart raced. I could hear someone approach and the hall light went off then the door unlocked and opened. "steve ? " she said, i nodded at the badly lit stranger and she let me in. I stood in the hall as she closed the door, couldnt make much out in the dark, apart from her purfume. "follow me" she said, and walked into the front room where a lamp cast a little light. It was warm and cosy and the fire was crackeling. "drink ? " she said. I nodded and said tea. She smiled and left the room catching a glimpse of her attire. Red stockings, suspenders and a basquè under her gown. Red always looks good on a black girl and she had a figure to match. When she returned with the tea, she asked me if all that i had said in my messages was what she wanted to happen. i again, nodded. She took the cup from my hand and began to kiss me, her scent, the warmth of her chest and the taste was too much to resist. I ran my hand through her glossy locks and the other round her waiste to her curvy dark globes and caressed her warm soft cheek. She pushed her mound against me and felt my growing cock. She retracted and said " ok, i know what i want first" and smiled. I took another swig of tea and she knelt on the sofa showing her bum. " ok steve, you know what to do", and i knelt behind her and . . . . . |
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