Phuck
Phuck brains.
What was her name?
I wasn't expecting to have phuck brain.... the state of your brain going totally blank.
Jamie. Yes jamie. That's her.
She picks me up from reception. Skinny perhaps a bit too slim in some places like her legs. Her face is petite. A porcelain doll from south Korea. Many a brother would call be beautiful. Me? I too would. Would i call her attractive? Perhaps i would.
Her skin, soft and smooth, and without hair. Perfectly lasered baby smooth. Beautiful. So smooth and wet she gets i slipped and fell face first into her pussy. A terrible waste of fate if i didn't take advantage of the situation. She bucked and moaned to my ministrations. Never before have i had one so smooth. Oh how glorious.
To safe guard my ego she told me she came and takes me in her mouth. All in, to the hilt. But im not a large man and i haven't seen Johnny Mc Johnson in i don't care how long now. Still it was a sight to see her beautiful face disappear behind One Mole Mount aka Broke Back Belly again and again.
It's raining outside yet the raincoat is worn inside. It's perhaps an age thing but the raincoat i couldn't seem to fill out... again and again we tried. At half mast the flash flew at first. Lenka said it best, she's a shy girl. Perhaps i need somebody to take charge. However Slowly but surely the wind picked up and the flag flew higher and higher until that little breeze turned into a fully fledged gail and that flag ? It flew right of that mast.
Thank heavens for the raincoat to catch it all.
More slippery than an oil mess this girl when she gets going.