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เรื่องเสียว BLUSH9902It started with a glint in the eye a forbidden glance. Are the eyes the w indows to the soul? If so his were yearning burning with desire with wanton ab andonment. His demeanour was quiet low key and residual. His body language sub lime in a way only few would understand and the experienced would get to appre ciate.
She found herself next to him at the buffet table delighting in the sc ent of his cologne a musky pheromone agile with his masculinity. She could mak e out the slight ripple of a body used to hard work under his clothes and inst antly wondered what hed be like between the sheets. She felt the heat of a bl ush spread across her chest cheeks and face. Why would she have these thoughts of the stranger next to her? Her eyes darted to the bulge in his Levi jeans e tching out what was in the forefront of her imagination. The line shifted at a snail pace or did it just seem an eternity as her body heat radiated off her in waves of teenage derision. She noticed the curve of his tight bum imaging h er hands touching groping and fondling... what had come over her?
Finally! Th e line moved and she was able to gain a modicum of composure. As she lifted th e soup ladle her hand brushed his arm only slightly. The jolt that coursed thr ough her caused her to drop the ladle splashing soup on his expensive shirt. A kin to the proverbial Cinderella her plate crashed to the floor and she ran as fast as her stiletto clad feet could transport her.
She had not yet reached h er car and the hot tears welled up and spilled onto her cheeks. Her limber bod y was drenched in shame and embarrassment. How could she have been so clumsy h er of all people so fucking clumsy! She was grateful that she did not know his name and that she didnt introduce herself. He would never dare to find her a fter all she hadnt lost a slipper and there really werent princes on white h orses ambling along to rescue clumsy soup ladling dimwits.
The evening had be en long and emotional. What better way to soothe a bruised ego than in a hot l uxurious bath soaking away the memories of the man with the silk shirt. The fe el of the new pyjamas transported her to her childhood and the security that a warm bed and a hot drink offered. Tonight she was alone. Sad. Miserable. Horn y.
She woke up with a start the sound of unease of moaning bringing her out o f her slumber. Her hart was racing her pulse quickening. Oh god it was him the silk shirt! He had invaded her mind her thoughts and her dream. The smell of his cologne seemed to permeate her room and her body was powerless. She was di zzy with desire. She had no cognition and was guided by her animal instincts a nd innate womanhood. Trembling she knew of only one thing and slowly guided he r hand to touch her body. She felt her tits and her nipples were hard. The sen sation of gently squeezing her erect nipples was good the pain erotic. It made her feel alive made her feel like a woman. Her hand moved across her taut sto mach hovering over her belly button.
She felt the familiar throb of longing be tween her legs and slowly inched her well manicured hand between her thighs. S he teased. She tormented. She touched. Oh god the feeling. The feeling of her wet pussy the overtly swollen labia and the warmth consoled her. Her fingers f ound their way into her opening and gently she started fucking them gliding th em in and out. The image of the silk shirt filled her mind and fuelled her fan tasy.
Her dildo was new and hadnt been used. It was forgotten about until no w. Unwrapping the silver six inch bullet she lubed it with cherry flavour sens ual lubricant and guided it in her pussy. Her imagination was untamed and she remembered the image of the bulge shed glanced earlier. She fucked the dildo harder thrusting it in and out of her cunt harder and deeper. She imagined his tongue flicking and caressing her clit his fingers pummelling her wet pussy. His mouth covering hers and his tongue expertly exploring her mouth she knew w oman loved him adorned him. She envisaged him double barrel fucking her and fo und her deserted vibrator. Slowly easing the dildo up her ass and the vibrator into her cunt the savoured the wave of pleasure engulfing her body. She arche d and writhed her muscles working into a frenzy. She massaged her tits and plu cked at the erect nipples the pain consuming. The vibrator and the dildo worki ng simultaneously her fantasies were rampant.
She wanted to needed to cum to e xplode. She had to release the cry within her. Her middle finger found her swo llen clit and slowly she began the ascent to climax. The writhing and breathin g quickened and her climax was imminent. Plunging her vibrator deeper into her pussy and rubbing her clit harder her body started bucking releasing the orga sm buried deep within. She imagined the silk shirts cock fucking her. A beauti ful big hard experienced cock. His cock found her ass he fucked her deeply whi le his fingers searched her wet cunt and stroked her G Spot... The explosion l eft her satiated. She felt renewed. She felt reborn.
Thank you silk shirt.
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