Getting What You Asked For
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Posted:Jun 5, 2008 4:00 pm
Last Updated:Mar 3, 2011 7:41 am
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I walked in the room not knowing what to expect...he was laying there in exactly what I had asked him to bring...I had just driven all day to be there and all I could do was smile and look and look and look at him...so incredible...so much to take in...I wanted to swallow him whole...I decided to do it one part at a time...he pushed my head towards him as I tried to engulf the large task he put before me...oh my...so much, so hard, so smooth...and then he was on top of me pulling off what little I had walked in with...and that picture of his face above me as he slid inside of me will be tattooed forever in my brain...along with the buckle imprint on my belly...I had never known such impact and precision...like a finely tuned machine he worked me telling me I would cum more this weekend than in my entire life...and all I could think...because I couldn't really think much...was bring it on love, bring it on...we ate and drank on each other till there was not a morsel left...exhausted and barely breathing we just looked at each other...the wait had been torture but its end; bliss of those few unspoken words. I held him close, feeling his chest rise and fall, and told him he had ruined me...and just as time had been my enemy all those days waiting...it had returned to end my best of days...I watched him leave...the smell of him left on me for just a few more hours...and the belief you should never be careful what you ask for.
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