She wears a blouse and pencil skirt
Gets home late from work,
Alone, nobody is there for her
It’s not what she deserves.
She sits in her armchair
Silently she sits and stares,
Imagined, someone is there
And let’s loose all her cares,
Undoes her blouse and pulls up her skirt
Parts her legs and gets to work,
Touching, rubbing, it feels so good
Getting right in to the mood,
Caressing her breasts through her bra
She dreams that someone else is watching.
Moist now she slips her underwear down
Murmuring she makes sensual sounds,
She now exposes her breasts
Heaving, breathing searching for the best,
Parts to touch and stimulate
Her hips now grind and gyrate,
Fingers working over and in
Working hard she is now peaking,
Moaning louder and fast breathing,
She feels her juices flowing
Her face now flushed her body aching,
Arching, twisting, legs are shaking,
Faster, harder, deeper she works
Feeling like her heart may burst,
She so close now she goes beserk
Climaxing and not really alert,
She feels tingling throughout her nerves,
She writhes as she shudders her shapely body with its curves,
Now just perspires from what it’s been served,
Before she realises her room mate had walked in,
And she was now wearing and mischievous lustful grin,
She walks over looks at her red faced flushed friend,
And said shall we begin again
Except this time with me now here hopefully joing in,
And so she experienced a happy ending
They noise they made was close to deafening.
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Oh Faux! More, please!
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Typical women, never satisfied 😂😂💞🙏 Faux
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😂😂😂 no further comment 💝
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Love this erotica, more please. 😉 🙏
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Thanks very much, I always like to drop some in 🙏 Faux
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