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"That feels so good," he moans as I place soft licks on his smooth glans.
I part my lips and take him.
"You're the best," he sighs, I know it's true.
He is so close. So close.
Wind the clock back one fourth of an hour:
I know what I want. I want him so bad. He knows that, this day, he is in luck.
I won't need my clothes for what I have in mind. I drop my jeans. I know he likes my legs. I pull off my socks.
Next my shirt. I cross my arms, grip the hem, and pull up. I wear no bra, I have no need. I know he loves my small breasts. That makes me love him more. He just wants me to be me.
Just my white thong is left. It's tight on my flesh. I'm so wet, it must show, right? But I want to tease.
I turn my back, and bend down. My breasts might be small, but my butt is plump. He likes my ass. I spank one cheek and give a yelp.
"Do you like that?" I purr. I know he does.
I slap cheek two and the blow stings me. My ass starts to turn red. Two more blows, one on each cheek, and he knows what is next.
I pull my thong down. It's crotch is wet with my juice. I turn and give it to him. He holds it to his nose and sniffs, a smile on his face. He loves my scent.