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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Im watching you as you wait on you taxi, its 3am the pubs and clubs are emptying as everyone makes there way home. You take the battered sausage and bring it to your moist lips taking a bite as you do so u spit it back out and wince in pain as if to suggest it was too hot. The chilli sauce that was on your chips as a result is now trickling between your large breasts and staining the blouse your gran lent you for the nite out. My eyes scan your body from top to toe your frizzy sweat-soaked eighties perm glistens in the street light, your round wrinkly face hoovering chips like a dyson, the barrel shape of blouse and skirt and the white stilettoed cankles, i stiffen at the sight... Your burp echoes round the street like a chorus of larks....mesmerised i leave my place in the queue and make my way outside to approach you, cock throbbing and with one thing on my mind.........
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