No dampness on the bed linens. He looked at the number, nothing he recognized, no voicemail, Damn sales call. He begins kissing her neck oblivious to the scars and marks of her many hospital battles. He pushes bedding aside and moves to her hips drinking deeply of her fountain of delight. Read 11682 times |
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Shit! It is his alarm clock this time. “Your egg and cheese bagel with a large O.J., your favorite,” was her matter of fact reply. Not even a hint of a smile. As he seems to be getting a little less confused, and calms down some, until his phone rings. He looked at the number, nothing he recognized, no voicemail, Damn sales call. Lifting a leg over him she slides herself down onto his throbbing column, effortlessly sinking slowly to it’s base, wetness spreading everywhere. Followed by a smiley face with hearts for eyes.
