Wednesday, 18 December 2013

The cyclist - quickly

Make me come. Quietly, quickly, don't let anyone hear us. Bury that head between my thighs. Touch, Pinch me, stroke me, charm me. Assume positions, backs curl. Even smooth thrusts. Make me come. Make us climax, do it quietly though. Buck and rub and so close and so there and far away a quiet gasp. Mutual and shared. Quietly, quickly, make me come again. Don't let anyone here us.

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