Her warmth exponentially increased as the minutes slipped on by. With anticipation for Mister to arrive, her heart began skipping beats. Mister is her day, night, and midnight weakness too, that much she knew. Somehow though, this man, her man, the one guy that she let find her “needle in the haystack”. On a late-night mid-week springtime day, their twisted fate is about to be proficiently proved. The countdown to his opening a hole in her soul is soon to occur.
Without expectations of things happening upon his arrival, Mister made sure he was going to boldly stay inside of her every thought on a second-by-minute-by-hour kind of frequency with slow dips in and fast pull-outs on purpose. His gentlemanlike seduction is cleverly smart with calculated control.
Mister is dangerous with his tongue and touch, for he knows every erogenous zone’s whereabouts with mental clarity. He breathed Miss in, then tasted her creme de la pusse with purposes to swallow his Miss’s pleasure more than any woman could ever be orally consumed. Mister purposely plans on taking many sips of her intoxicating pleasure to keep hydrated. His flirtatious conversations showed his real intentions without any kind of shame.
Miss sipped on her tart red-beer from another country while preparing to open her thighs and let him in. She always let him inside because Sassy Miss Sass deserved her new-found man named Mister. Her anticipations of his honest reality bound their friendship strongly together for a long while later ! ! !
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