There will be the same faces. Elderly men and fat, accompanied by wives rouged with fur that smelled of mothballs.
faces drawn by me and botulinum toxin and by the fact that I am not part of that world. It 's my job, chair and smiling, listening distractedly unnecessarily pompous speeches. I guess that's the most boring.
Solito little black dress, never neckline. Never too short. In short, nothing flashy and acids that can attract attention and envious of the wives of big shots, that should not be distracted. But kept in the torpor of opulence.
tonight but I like to wear something sexy. It 's time leading Walking in those shoes, bought in the store of clothing hard. Paris, black and white, in paint. Heel twelve strings in black satin. A crash! Late arrival, as appropriate. Extension along the center aisle, seats occupied on the right and left. Only the first row free, like at school. Take place, look around. I drew the proper attention. I glance at who is in front of me. A funny little man, and gray is the rapporteur and fills the mouth of sentences for effect, certainly not his. There propina the usual dish of the menu: hot air. Two disciples, sit down. Also tonight anything interesting. Who we hoped? Then the side door from two eyes that are glued on him. Do not leave me the time to look away. He looked me, take measurements. I spare. In my mind, a thought creeps in: "Who knows how it will stay inside me." He reads it, I'm sure. Overlay must be passed in my cleavage, because there you do not stir his eyes.
We are two chairs away. Picks up the phone, put it in quiet and pretends to take a picture with the shoes. I smile. Straddle your legs, slowly. I hear the rustle of my socks, I want to hypnotize it like a rattlesnake. Feel my legs? That open and close? Listen to it. Bramale. Take it. And infilaci into what you want.
The endless series of trivial ends, after about ten minutes. Passed a glancing understanding. All dinner. The herd leaves the room hungry. I return to light now off, to take the scarf specially forgotten. I find him sitting there in the dark, waiting for me. "I knew you'd come back," how did you know? "Those shoes are not for all women," he smiles, he's right. I kneel before him, throw him out. And the taste. He lets himself go, but not for long. "Honey, rallenta o il gioco sarò troppo breve per far felici entrambi” Ho voglia di lui. Di essere penetrata e subito. Mi alzo, accorcio il tubino e mi siedo sopra di lui. Crede che io sia il suo giocattolo, ma non sa che lui è il mio. Si intravedono le autoreggenti. La mia mano lo cerca, lo trova, scosta la brasiliana e lo infila nel posto giusto. Ora è dentro di me. Al caldo e nel mio umido. Comincio a farlo scivolare, dentro e fuori. Lentamente, profondamente. Ho il controllo, dirigo io i giochi. Lui deve solo partecipare. “Hey, la fai fare qualcosina anche a me?” Gli metto una mano sulla bocca. Resto in silenzio. No, non hai capito. Io sto montando te, non il contrario. Tu sei lo stallone and I riding. Keep on moving, searching for my pleasure, careless of his own. I just hope it can withstand a few more minutes. My pelvis rotates, rubs, gets up and down, until ... my blazing heat. The climax came. He is about to burst, I see from my face. Not enough of herself. I get up, I take off and he stands there, stunned. "What are you doing, come back down, or at least prendimelo in the mouth." They are already very close to him towards the door. I turn around and say, "Sorry, I can not wait. The fifty euro you leave them out here. E 'was great. At the next "
What satisfaction fuck a man and leave him there with his pants down!
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