whispers in the corner

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of none other than she I dreamed
whispers
'just there'
'...aahhh...'
whispers
darkness within flesh sliding upon flesh
stutters...lost words become thoughts
manicured nails upon muscled thighs
whispers
'...mmm..'
'higher, take me higher'
whispers
soft cock on cotton
now unrestricted in shaky hands
revlon lips
whispers
'...nice cock...'
raised hemline like temperatures
bare labia
kissing
whispers
'...i love your lips...'
'...which ones...'
whispers
high heels spread beneath entrees
soft music
playing
rhythm
two fingers
whispers
'...yesssss...'
'....waiter's coming...'
'...don't stop...'
whispers
eager fingers
challenged breath
strong cock fights expert digits
three long upon spot
G
whispers
'...come for me...'
'...only if you do...'
'...again?'
whispers
mustache upon clit
tickling
table cloth sliding from feminine grip
ecstacy
whispers
'...oh fuck! yes!...faster!...'
whispers
garcon u-turns
it's obvious
desert is served
whispers
'...come down here...'
'...under the table?!?!...'
'...table cloth's long enuf...'
whispers
soldier's position
hard
wet
entry sublime upon ecstatic waves
slow
coitus
whispers
'...mmmnnnggghmore!...'
'...oh yes!! mmaannnma!..'
'fffuuuckitttt!'
whispers
long
deep strokes
pulsating cock
throbbing pelvis
gushing walls
squeezing
seed rushing
forth
plunging now
head expanding
clit burning
furrowed brows
whispers
in the corner
at the restaurant
on 5th and king
'next saturday'
she whispers
as we fuck
underneath the table
'saturday
we do this again...'

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