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Drink
Date: 1/29/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: shrpsf, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories
He looked nothing like a Quentin. The six foot four titan in olive-green waved at me from across the station. How he managed to spot my diminutive figure amidst the rush-hour mob, was beyond me; I looked unremarkable with no makeup on and a trench coat hued the obligatory black to fit in with the gloomy London masses. “Come here.” I was accosted by a literal bear hug. Something grizzly tickled my chin as I felt the life squeeze out of me. “You look even better in person.” I blinked, repeating his words in my head. He could not mean them. Nevertheless, I laughed a nervous “Thanks,” before adding, “So do you.” His head flung back slightly at the returned compliment. Disbelief coupled with a smile of resigned acceptance. False modesty. I can bet he’s told how good he looks on a regular basis. You couldn’t single out a particular feature about him. Everything just came together in a surreal portrait of a man who could have any pussy he wanted. There was a rugged danger about this man. His eyes communicated a clear honesty, and right then, I sensed he was stripping me bare. Of clothes. He knew I’d read his thoughts. A smirk tugged at his mouth; a mouth I wouldn’t be able to resist spreading my legs for – not until I’m left a quivering mess, and he’s done lapping his fill of sweet girl cum. In fact, I'd hold him there, with hands pressed lightly behind his head and my knees drawn up to either side of my chest. Knowing him, he’d have that mouth grinding mercilessly against my cunt ...