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Did you need to beat me up after you got "the best ** ever"?
You grabbed my ** in my miniskirt as I walked past. My long skinny legs on show, I was in my highest heels which made me almost taller than you. My tight corset top strapped tight on me. I look at you as you smile after groping me. I kneel down in front of you, and kiss your ** through your jeans. I stand up and tell you, the back door in 5 mins, any longer and I'll ** someone else's **.
Two mins later you walk out if the back door, I push you up against the wall, get on my knees, undo your jeans and pull down your boxers. Right in front of my face i see your ** harden and double in size to about 8 inches. I tell you no talking, no touching, just let me **. The better you are, the better I am. I start by kissing your big veiny **, up and down your glorious length. As I kiss the top, I spread my lips around the head. I slowly **, looking you deep in the eyes as I start to take you deeper and deeper. I'm a pro though and whilst still staring at you, I've got 8 inches of ** in my mouth. I gag a little but nothing major. For the next 10 mins I ** you harder and faster, licking all over, massaging your **, running a cheeky ** to the tip of your **. You don't complain so I ** you a little. As I'm sucking I can feel you getting closer, I looks end my corset and expose my tiny tiny **, as I ** you and ** you. You're about to blow so I take your ** out and at the exact moment aim at my face. Oh **, a huge cumsjot all over my face, another on my tiny ** and then back in my mouth to ** you clean as I poke my ** up your ** again. After I've extracted every last bit of **, intake my ** out of your ** and give it a little ** as I give you a cheeky wink. You tell me that was the best ** ever. So what went wrong?
You grab me telling me you want to ** me! Bending me over, revealing my cute ** in my thong. I beg not to but you turn me around, push me back onto some crates, my ** exposed, ** still on my face. I tell if you want to ** me, bend me over and ** my **. But you don't want to. You rip my thing off and stop. I tried to warn you, but it's too late, you've seen my little **. You're confused. I beg you to ** my ** and I'll ** you after, just don't tell anyone. I'll do ** to mouth to keep my secret. But you hit rage. Humiliated maybe but you groped me first and I gave you the best ** ever. Not enough for you, you beat me up. And leave me there.
Fortunately some guys found me later and I got gang banged ** (that's another story) for the greatest and worst night of my life all in the space of 3 hours. By the way, I saw your friends the following week and told them you liked my ** in your **, I also told them you'd probably like my ** in your ** too. From their reaction you obviously hadn't told them everything about me. Know they know :)
You should call him and say, "I know that by now you're aching for me again, your wife can't satisfy you like you know I can, and I am all you can think about every day, so meet me tomorrow night, in the same place, at the same time, and I'll blow you again, then you can take me to a first-class hotel and ** my ** all night before you go home to your pitiful little wife. We both know you want me."
If only I had his number. I never see him out anymore.
My guess is that this wasn't the first time a man ever told you that you'd just given him "the best ** ever". You strike me as being the kind who just KNOWS how to do oral right, and that men always tell you how good you are at it. I'm hard and ** just thinking about your skills.......
I have "regulars" who enjoy my ** lips around their ** several times a week. Ever since a real girl once gave me the worst blowing ever, I wanted to do it right, even on tiny ** like mine.
Jesus Christ! You are the sexiest little lover ever, aren't you? Your story made me **. And then ** again. And then ** a third time. You are so hot and so ** and so delicious. And you obviously know how to take care of a man, regardless of his professed orientation. **! You really arouse me. And please me. (I just came , just now, a fourth time!) God you are so incredible, and I would love to meet you. And to be with you. And to have an affair with you. Although, to be perfectly honest about the whole thing, our affair probably wouldn't last very long, because I have a feeling I'd be divorcing my wife for you within a matter of but a few weeks, now that gay marriage is permitted. That's how powerful the effect is that you have on a man. My thoughts of you immediately run to marriage. Why? Because you are obviously serious marriage material. I can promise you this: if it had been me walking out the back door of that building and stepping into your arms . . . and your mouth . . . you wouldn't have had to offer to go ATM (God, I just came a fifth time for you, thinking of you doing ATM for me). And you wouldn't have had to worry about your secret being kept. Once you pulled your ** out of my **, and then displayed your ** (proudly), I would have proposed marriage right there. I know you'll think I'm lying, but within just the past 30 minutes I have fallen in love with you. What you did for this stranger (an incredibly unappreciative stranger) was filled with beauty and love. And my darling, I am so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that he rejected you. You deserve far better.
Omg wow! Thank you! But I am not ready for marriage yet. I have only just gained my stride in being comfortable being a "girl". I'd love to hear you propose whilst my legs are spread in the air, my little dickie waving around as you ** me hard. You'd enjoy it too much to ever manage more than one word. You ** made me ** ;)