Your hair framing your face and the flickering candles you'd lit casting shadows across the room…
As if knowing what was happening in our room, the radio began playing classical music - the philistine in me couldn't work out what was being played, only that it heightened the moment…you stepped towards me, leaning forward and kissing my lips, I felt like I was on fire…you sat on my lap, wrapping your arms around me, underneath my shirt, which was unbuttoned but still on…you wiggled a bit, I guess to feel how hard I was…that fact wasn't in doubt - I wanted you, I longed for you, I ached for you…this was the culmination of months of planning, scheming, wheeling and dealing, hours of thought
. .
. I smiled because shaving my wife’s pussy was one of my favorite things to do. When the jocks suggested a group photo I set up my camera and fired off a couple of shots
Your hair framing your face and the flickering candles you'd lit casting shadows across the room…
As if knowing what was happening in our room, the radio began playing classical music - the philistine in me couldn't work out what was being played, only that it heightened the moment…you stepped towards me, leaning forward and kissing my lips, I felt like I was on fire…you sat on my lap, wrapping your arms around me, underneath my shirt, which was unbuttoned but still on…you wiggled a bit, I guess to feel how hard I was…that fact wasn't in doubt - I wanted you, I longed for you, I ached for you…this was the culmination of months of planning, scheming, wheeling and dealing, hours of thought
. .
. I smiled because shaving my wife’s pussy was one of my favorite things to do. When the jocks suggested a group photo I set up my camera and fired off a couple of shots
Your hair framing your face and the flickering candles you'd lit casting shadows across the room…
As if knowing what was happening in our room, the radio began playing classical music - the philistine in me couldn't work out what was being played, only that it heightened the moment…you stepped towards me, leaning forward and kissing my lips, I felt like I was on fire…you sat on my lap, wrapping your arms around me, underneath my shirt, which was unbuttoned but still on…you wiggled a bit, I guess to feel how hard I was…that fact wasn't in doubt - I wanted you, I longed for you, I ached for you…this was the culmination of months of planning, scheming, wheeling and dealing, hours of thought
. .
. I smiled because shaving my wife’s pussy was one of my favorite things to do. When the jocks suggested a group photo I set up my camera and fired off a couple of shots
