I picture him drinking coffee with scruff and a dress shirt. He’s got a book in his hands and glasses on his nose. He’s hot because he’s intelli...ent. He’s older than me but not enough that we don’t share experiences. That’s when my hands start to grace over my nipples over my shirt. My fingers just lightly feather over the little nubs as they become hard. I walk into his office. He glances at me over his book. He arches an eyebrow and starts reading, “I can’t help myself from running a finger. My sister put flowers in my hair. When my mother saw me,she started crying telling me how proud we were. Everyone was silent asthey saw me. No one smiled or said hi. They just stared at me, as if Icame from the moon,George turned around when he saw me. He looked the other way and did noteven bother to wave or something. My family whispered to be brave.When I went on scene and looked at the audience, I could see their facesagain. Many faces were confused, while others were in disgust, a fewwere. I want to feel every drop inside me, just like you take it. I know you'd never start doggy but this is my fuck and I want it that way. As he climbs up and positions himself behind my hips, I put my face into your pillow. I can smell your scent. The soft shampoo fragrance lingers in my nostrils, making me desire your lips even more. Even as I picture your face I feel him at the folds of my entrance. He slides the head through them, gathering my wetness onto his head. The anticipation of. "Weird" I thought, "Perhaps I should give this thing a try. Theinstructions didn't even say what this thing does." Despite that, Igripped the MILF machine, and started to crank the whisk. Thick rubberbands rotated around the whisk blades and spun some sort of gyro,producing sparks out the front. Despite my better judgment, I continuedto crank this strange contraption. My thoughts about the MILF machinedroned on, until I realize I've been cranking for over half a minute."Shit! This thing better.
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