• the other man

    what would you do if you knew you should stay away but couldnt help your self? theres something that keeps pulling you in,

    you just can escape it

     

    The Other Man

     

    When I first seen him I knew that I should stay away but there was something that keeps pulling me to him…

     

    Was it the way the moon lit up his eyes or the curiosity in his voice as he asked me my name?

     

    That is one question that still has yet to be answered---

     

    Even after all of these years…

     

    But the felling keeps pulling me in.

     

    The way my name rolls off of his lips the way his fingers graze my skin.

     

    The SEX….. ohh yeah that’s what gets me, it’s like he knows everything I want way before I say it like my body is telling him what to do with every thrust I grow closer and closer….

     

    He pulls away as I’m about to reach my max and whispers not yet

     

    Kissing my skin

     

    First my mouth then my neck working his way down my left brest first than my right now as he’s down to my navel  I fell the urge building up again he’s now kissing my lips (yeah those lips) the felling grows stronger and stronger I fell the bed underneath my bottom getting wetter …

     

    I let go and lose myself as he laughs at me that sexy cute evil laugh as he takes a hand full of my hair and pulls me down to his rock hard cock and forces it in my mouth I fell it throbbing as I suck in it he takes my hand and leads it to my vagina making me rub my clit slow at first and faster as he thrusts his cock in my mouth it fells as it is half way down my throat.

     

    I fell myself getting closer again closer to exploding I work my hand faster as he begs me not to quit.

     

    I can tell he’s about to reach his max as am I my fingers are wet from my cum and as I’m Cumming again I fell it like a shot in the back of my throat kind of worm and slimy taste like salt the thought makes me hot and sick at the same time as I force it down

     

    That look is back again the one that drew me to him years ago the look of love pain curiosity…

     

    We say not a word to each other as he grabs his cloths and I grab mine slipping them on he gives me a soft kiss on the cheek and then he’s gone back to his wife and I’m on my way back to my boyfriend neither one of them anymore the wiser….

     

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