Can't Hurt to Dream
Dirty bit! :)Eat It girlies. Had to get out all of hs bult up tension so,enjoy. Message me. Rate me. Take me.All of the above? ;). Also the true Louisiana ponunciation of "euax" is the "ooh" sound. Dat may he ya out whn it comes to censoring my release of built up steam
RWe were doing a photoshoot I've been dreamng of sine age birth. We were going o be covergirls ftor Victoria Secret'z catalogue. The heat and wetness ofmy body, namely my pantiz,was unbearable. Top it off with horniiness and excitement and I would be nearing explosion from the vageagea.
Ya see the previously acclaimed "we" was me and "HER". An angel sent from above to test me,or a demon from below sent to bring me right back down to the underworld. I was trying to quit my sin.This was my favorite poison. This was au la woman. And she had temptation knocking torturously at my door. Oh how I longed to answer,and let all this time of oppresion and of self-denial drain away into non-existance. From the very start I was always shown : man & woman. Somehow,a reaction in my brain went chemically wrong, & somehow I put woman +woman and liked it. It really felt better to my -
"Svanna ,baby ,turn more owards me! Oh beautiful!" Tammany my publicist coached.
Lights flashed as. I stared lustfully up at her beautiful navy eyes.
We were shooting in an all pink room,the illusion was supposedly a bed from a buyers pont of view,but it was really a bed of fluff which phased me not because the seductress who,as this story shows,puts world's zexiest women to shame was inches from my face-
Just
Brushed
My lip with hers.
N
This month's issue was bout to be in honor of the world's zexullualy oppressed citizens to finally be set free,because they almost had a porneau,due to the fact I nearly grabbed her and sucked her face off. I got out of my positio straddled beneath her as, Nikko anounced we were at the final frames.
"Nice work loves! "He announced as we finally got to leave.
***********************************************Next day
"Where'd this paper come from?" I questioned.
I looked outside to discover it was 5a.m. I woke up from dreaming of she-who-must-not-be-named. No,not Voldemort. Okay,fine her name's Janet. She was the Brazilian girl who made me have "rêves érotiques" worse than a fourteen-year-old American kid. Hats off to puberty.haha.
But I still needed to know why I had a wad of paper in my vagegea.W.T.F.
Then,I saw....
A flipping motion. Was that someone's hair?
I knew what to do. I didn't feel like lifting my matress to just stab the breaking and entering mofo, so I decided I'd bite. "Who is it"I sang.
Then th pounced.TIME TO SCRAP.
TBC.Message talk badgrrrl lingo.
Ya see the previously acclaimed "we" was me and "HER". An angel sent from above to test me,or a demon from below sent to bring me right back down to the underworld. I was trying to quit my sin.This was my favorite poison. This was au la woman. And she had temptation knocking torturously at my door. Oh how I longed to answer,and let all this time of oppresion and of self-denial drain away into non-existance. From the very start I was always shown : man & woman. Somehow,a reaction in my brain went chemically wrong, & somehow I put woman +woman and liked it. It really felt better to my -
"Svanna ,baby ,turn more owards me! Oh beautiful!" Tammany my publicist coached.
Lights flashed as. I stared lustfully up at her beautiful navy eyes.
We were shooting in an all pink room,the illusion was supposedly a bed from a buyers pont of view,but it was really a bed of fluff which phased me not because the seductress who,as this story shows,puts world's zexiest women to shame was inches from my face-
Just
Brushed
My lip with hers.
N
This month's issue was bout to be in honor of the world's zexullualy oppressed citizens to finally be set free,because they almost had a porneau,due to the fact I nearly grabbed her and sucked her face off. I got out of my positio straddled beneath her as, Nikko anounced we were at the final frames.
"Nice work loves! "He announced as we finally got to leave.
***********************************************Next day
"Where'd this paper come from?" I questioned.
I looked outside to discover it was 5a.m. I woke up from dreaming of she-who-must-not-be-named. No,not Voldemort. Okay,fine her name's Janet. She was the Brazilian girl who made me have "rêves érotiques" worse than a fourteen-year-old American kid. Hats off to puberty.haha.
But I still needed to know why I had a wad of paper in my vagegea.W.T.F.
Then,I saw....
A flipping motion. Was that someone's hair?
I knew what to do. I didn't feel like lifting my matress to just stab the breaking and entering mofo, so I decided I'd bite. "Who is it"I sang.
Then th pounced.TIME TO SCRAP.
TBC.Message talk badgrrrl lingo.
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