True Stories from the slutty Tiger.The text stated one term, “Cumming”

The written text stated one term, “Cumming”.

It will be the message I’d been waiting all early morning for. I brush my locks and do a check that is quick the mirror. All would be to my satisfaction when I straighten my gown across my breasts. Their one ask for today was just ‘wear a skirt’. Lower than 10 mins later he had been approaching my steps, high, handsome and dark, using the sunglasses that produce him look sooo delicious. Extremely European, that he is. He greets me with an extended kiss, thrusting their tongue into my lips, their arms currently wandering my hungry, horny human body. We break in which he appears approvingly at what I’m wearing, demonstrably happy that I’d implemented his easy demand. Kissing profoundly once more we move towards the stairs while the bedroom, but I am pushed roughly against the wall before we get there. I’m able to feel just just how difficult their cock that is large is their jeans in which he begins to grind it against my belly, driving me personally crazy because my arms are covered and pinned around their throat and We can’t touch. Continue reading