Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Fellatio

The teal carpet scraped against her slender knees, burning ever more intensely with each half-inch scuffle. She slowly dragged the zipper down its chain. With fasciantion and finesse she massaged the jittering hovel into a well-pitched tent. Her thighs shivered and dripped as the scent of packaged sweat wafted over her. She flashed him a smile and ran her tongue over her shining red lips. Then she saw it. Long, wet, and white. It quivered at the warm caress of her breath. With a yelp she reeled back, recognizing the horrors of the bot fly.

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