Double Sexy

ridingwild:

SNAPSHOT 46

she’d been such a good girl for years
doing everything by the properly brought up book
never knowing how hard the other part of her
was scratching from the inside to get out into the sunlight
and breathe the same air
until she met him
he never demanded, he would not push
but somehow, with his subtle yet fiercely brewing hunger for her
mixed with the silken smooth suggestive soul
that poured from his hypnotic eyes
and oozed from his liquid velvet voice
she began to do the dirtiest things she’d ever imagined
without ever finding the impulse to utter the word “no”
her breath would catch, her mind would spin
but she would submit like an obedient, excited child
it was as if he had found the hidden key
to her carnal will’s buried lockbox
and each time he slipped it in
and gave it a soft turn with his magician’s finesse
her bones would tingle
her pores would weep
and anything lacy that barred his way
would melt in the flood of musk and fire
that rushed from her suddenly inflamed loins

today he led her behind the very building she worked in
and took her on the ground like a $5 whore
knees in the dirt, face to the sullied stone wall
at the outset she was breathlessly terrified of being caught
but in no time, her whimpering moans
turned to begging-for-more feral growls
wantonly praying to have her savaged cunt filled to repletion
with a gallon of his rabid tiger fuck cream
and he so sated her hunger as he slammed her hips
pressing her in forceful rhythms
deeper into the depravity around her
once done, he kept her undersilks in his pocket
and walked his dirty-kneed girl-next-door home
as his warm sticky seed snaked in rivulets
trickling down both of her battered, blushing thighs
and, as if that  wasn’t enough
when he caught sight of his drooling handiwork
he suddenly pushed her to a passing wall
in broad passers-by daylight
knelt with a capturing lick halfway back to paradise
then stood and slipped his cream and honey slicked tongue
deep into her startled throat
slipping a pawed grip of that alabaster ass under her skirt
making sure one finger niggled against her blushing pucker
he whispered sweet obscenities into her nibbled ears
as they walked
and by the time they reached her front door
she had to stifle her own impulse to drop to her knees
and swallow him whole right there
for the gaping world to see

she was learning swiftly
what a filthy girl she really was
and he taught her along every step of the lurid journey
to embrace and love that part of herself
as she did all the primly-mannered rest of her
she quietly decided that very day
she was never going to let him go

ridingwild:

SNAPSHOT 46



she’d been such a good girl for years

doing everything by the properly brought up book

never knowing how hard the other part of her

was scratching from the inside to get out into the sunlight

and breathe the same air

until she met him

he never demanded, he would not push

but somehow, with his subtle yet fiercely brewing hunger for her

mixed with the silken smooth suggestive soul

that poured from his hypnotic eyes

and oozed from his liquid velvet voice

she began to do the dirtiest things she’d ever imagined

without ever finding the impulse to utter the word “no”

her breath would catch, her mind would spin

but she would submit like an obedient, excited child

it was as if he had found the hidden key

to her carnal will’s buried lockbox

and each time he slipped it in

and gave it a soft turn with his magician’s finesse

her bones would tingle

her pores would weep

and anything lacy that barred his way

would melt in the flood of musk and fire

that rushed from her suddenly inflamed loins



today he led her behind the very building she worked in

and took her on the ground like a $5 whore

knees in the dirt, face to the sullied stone wall

at the outset she was breathlessly terrified of being caught

but in no time, her whimpering moans

turned to begging-for-more feral growls

wantonly praying to have her savaged cunt filled to repletion

with a gallon of his rabid tiger fuck cream

and he so sated her hunger as he slammed her hips

pressing her in forceful rhythms

deeper into the depravity around her

once done, he kept her undersilks in his pocket

and walked his dirty-kneed girl-next-door home

as his warm sticky seed snaked in rivulets

trickling down both of her battered, blushing thighs

and, as if that  wasn’t enough

when he caught sight of his drooling handiwork

he suddenly pushed her to a passing wall

in broad passers-by daylight

knelt with a capturing lick halfway back to paradise

then stood and slipped his cream and honey slicked tongue

deep into her startled throat

slipping a pawed grip of that alabaster ass under her skirt

making sure one finger niggled against her blushing pucker

he whispered sweet obscenities into her nibbled ears

as they walked

and by the time they reached her front door

she had to stifle her own impulse to drop to her knees

and swallow him whole right there

for the gaping world to see



she was learning swiftly

what a filthy girl she really was

and he taught her along every step of the lurid journey

to embrace and love that part of herself

as she did all the primly-mannered rest of her

she quietly decided that very day

she was never going to let him go



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