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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Fuck me. Now.
Stop teasing me from across the room.
I see your smiles. Your lips pursed around the straw and then that lick of your tongue capturing the last drip.
I want you to come over here and lean over and whisper in my ear, "I want to bend you over that sofa right now and take you."
Nervous?
Yes, so am I. But unlike you who glances up and then away and then again, when you think I am not looking (but of course I am, how could I not!), I have made my interest clear.
I brushed past you earlier, my hand lingering on your bottom. You smiled at me but did nothing.
I flirted with you and you leaned in closer, brushing your hair out of your eyes and giving me that intense look that tells me you desire me.
So why won't you come over?
Why won't you slide your fingers up my arm, trailing along my shoulders and neck until, head bowed before you, you grasp my hair and force me to reveal my lust for you in the gasp and my parted mouth, craving your kiss.
It's not like you haven't done this before. Dropped me to my knees, the room watching as all I could think about was how wonderful you would taste and how deeply I needed to touch you.
Your hands controlling me as we headed upstairs, barely making it to a bed as you pressed me against the nearest wall, your leg between mine, rubbing and thrusting.
Please.
Fuck me.
Fuck me now.
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Fuck me. Now.
Stop teasing me from across the room.
I see your smiles. Your lips pursed around the straw and then that lick of your tongue capturing the last drip.
I want you to come over here and lean over and whisper in my ear, "I want to bend you over that sofa right now and take you."
Nervous?
Yes, so am I. But unlike you who glances up and then away and then again, when you think I am not looking (but of course I am, how could I not!), I have made my interest clear.
I brushed past you earlier, my hand lingering on your bottom. You smiled at me but did nothing.
I flirted with you and you leaned in closer, brushing your hair out of your eyes and giving me that intense look that tells me you desire me.
So why won't you come over?
Why won't you slide your fingers up my arm, trailing along my shoulders and neck until, head bowed before you, you grasp my hair and force me to reveal my lust for you in the gasp and my parted mouth, craving your kiss.
It's not like you haven't done this before. Dropped me to my knees, the room watching as all I could think about was how wonderful you would taste and how deeply I needed to touch you.
Your hands controlling me as we headed upstairs, barely making it to a bed as you pressed me against the nearest wall, your leg between mine, rubbing and thrusting.
Please.
Fuck me.
Fuck me now.
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