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Discovery My first multiple was with you. Eighteen, senior year, sitting on that chocolate brown velvet sofa in your mom's basement, stereo half-blasting. You were telling me how Slayer would always be the ultimate metal band. You stretched your arm across the foot of space between us and traced a single circle around my kneecap. You grinned at the rising of goosebumps on my bare leg. "Stand up," you said. I've no idea why I did. It was out of character for me to obey so readily. You grazed my thighs with your fingers; up the front, down the outside, and around the back. You lifted my skirt to my waist. You lowered my blue, cotton panties to the floor and held them for me to step out. You stood, and sat me back down on the cushions. "Have you ever been licked until you came," you asked. You knew better. You knelt, spreading my legs with the faintest shove. You kissed the inside of my left knee. You worked your way higher. You put a hand to my chest and pushed me against the back of the couch. You drew my ass closer to the edge by pulling my legs to your shoulders. You lowered them again, forcing them wider than before. You touched me with a finger. I shivered. You grinned again. "Now don't move," you commanded with far too much authority for one so young. You tickled your lips inside my thigh, right where it ceases being only thigh, creases when legs are closed. I gasped. You put the palm of one hand atop my bush. You slid your thumb lower, gliding between slickened folds. My breath caught in my chest. "You smell like cinnamon," you smiled. Your mouth opened slightly. You licked your lips. Your head descended. Your tongue extended. You tasted me in a long, slow circuit. You teased at the top of my slit. You nibbled at the tip. "Does it feel good," you inquired. You knew it did. I whispered, yes. You pressed a fingertip to my hole. You pressed it in. You twisted it around, palm up. I trembled and started to pant. You locked your mouth to my clit. My tremble escalated to a full-blown quake. You sucked harder. You licked more ferociously. You wiggled your finger inside. I moaned. "Let it go," you said. You were relentless. I couldn't catch my breath. You were relentless. I couldn't hold back. You were relentless. I came. You were relentless. I came and came again. You lifted your head. You locked eyes with me and smiled. You lowered your head again. You were relentless. |
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4/13/2009 6:36 pm |
Old times as those are remarkably irresistibly unforgettable. Despite time in between they still are unforgettable. Nicely put together... 
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