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Where Are You, Guy Lombardo?
Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories
It was within an hour's period of time, as the thunder yelled a symphony of storms. The musk of anatomy wafted over her outer shell and, like a watermelon spitting seeds, I needed to breathe the musk of her cunt. I was in the second year of my consensual service, willingly giving my offered cock to the soundings. My penis drooled like a mad shaker of salt. She was offering new heights of what pleasures could bring. She was later to become my muse and guiding compass, as my pen journeyed the dark looms of words that I am known for in my daily writings. Beneath the thistles and ivy, in a bedchamber down below, is the place where I confess my inclinations and rest. The place where my muse bestows on me the words I scribe. *** Present hour... It was passed midnight and the caw of the crow, as shadows were dancing on the window panes, the ones falling with snow, like a last curtain-call before the fat lady sang. I was in no position to raise a ruckus. I was without clothing and my dignity. Her stone cold clit, protruded from her cunt. Like a buoy in a bay, it wobbled as she admired my glazed body of moments ago, as my cum spewed. Her tits like swollen gourds, with ...
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