Playing with Myself

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ive just became single so its nice to recall times like these so i can suck out all the juices i missed when i was doing them.

Submitted: April 02, 2007

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No time to paint the mood.

With a fist full of hair I pull you down onto the kitchen table.

I don't even care if we wear the food.

Pulling off your blouse so I can taste you from your neck to you navel.

Picking you up and slamming your back against the wall.

With your legs wrapped around my hip's you unfasten your bra.

Devouring your breast like a sex starved man.

Reaching up your skirt tearing off your panties with my strong hand.

I turn around and lay you right there on the floor.

The way I feel I want to drive myself deep inside you to your core.

Pulling your skirt off and throwing it behind me.

Revealing your glistening place I love to see.

With fiery heat I blow from your inner knee down to that spot.

A little taste, those juices are soo hot.

But before I continue let me shut my door.

That was to give my mind a taste.

I want it to always thirst for more.

So it will savor all the flavors that was in our naked embrace.


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