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The American Way...
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The American Way... I slowly slide in to the booth up next to him..he's sitting alone, away from the crowd...with a blank and distant look on his face...he seemed miles away...here only in body, where was his soul?...I slide the back side of my hand gently down his cheek...no response, not even a blink or a hint of a smile.. .he was deep in thought, far far way... ...my hand again touches his face...pulling his chin towards me..his eyes slowly followed around and that’s when I got a good long looked in to his eyes and saw,...saw a man who needed to cum...and I was the one who was going to help him out...I no sooner had thought those words when his.eyes shifted.,...our eye met..his face soften , he knew I meant him no harm...and I knew, what I had to do...what was my duty as a woman... I raised both my hands and cupped his face gently as my full pouty lips tenderly pressed to his...his eyes closed as I pressed harder and slightly parted my soft lips against his...my tongue slipped into his open mouth....I kissed him gently as my hands pulled his face closer... running my hands through his long golden locks , I heard a moan escape from his throat while his breathing became louder and his breaths shorter, his jaw relaxed and his tongue came to life...it began dancing with mine...I moved closer pushing my big full breasts against his chest, wigging and rubbing my fleshy 48DDs with my tiny bullet tip nipples, hard and erect..Both our mouth now open wide with tongues swirling, lips kissing and teeth gently nibbling... I could feel this man slowly beginning to soften and melt under the spell I was casting...my charms were doing what charms do best...luring him out with lustful intentions..Time for the transition ...slow and smooth from one sexual act to the next .gradually my hands began massaging his legs...while my mouth was still kissing him ...my hands worked their magic... rubbing and caressing his body, sliding them up underneath his t-shirt rubbing his belly, his chest... very gently scratching and scrapping his skin using my nails...gently...working my way down to his legs,...with one hand I slowly, smoothly caressed the inside of his thigh right by his crotch...I could feel the warmth of his hardening prick through his jeans...mmmm his eyes were now closed, his mouth open...he was moaning loudly when I started to rub his cock and balls through his jeans...my whole hand flat against his crotch rubbing, petting I felt his hardness straining to be freed...I look him straight in the eyes..asking him, begging him with no words needed just the sexy silent language of the eyes... Now? do you want to cum now?...I didn't look down...still holding his gaze, I begin unbuttoning his trousers...one handed...working the buttons ...he feels my arousal by the quickness of my fingers, but, I fumbled... he, being a gentlemant help me get those buttons undone...mmm I kiss him softly while I slip my hand inside his trousers and rub his cock and balls with my palm and fingers very softly ...he's squirming now ,but I go lower still and message just below his ball sack, the perineum, a very sensitive area...I can feel his cock throbbing... slowly I pull it out of his trousers ...my thumb and forefinger rubbing the head which is glistening with sweet sticky precum...I'm spreading it , coating his purple helmet warrior mmmm I lick my fingers , I love that sticky sweet man candy... I grasp his shaft and slowly begin pumping it up and down, my hand slides while my mouth kisses his lips....faster I jerk the deeper I kiss...his breathing is becoming louder...and his breaths are swallow..he starts to groan ...I feel his body tensing up...I wrap my fingers firmly down near the base...with my other hand I cup his balls , he starting to creaming his thick sweet cum, groaning, moaning telling me not to stop...his cream is pumping out all over my hands, I slowly soften my grip...and begin licking and sucking the yummy cum from my fingers...his eyes are shut and he's smiling now... he's much more relaxed, I'd say he's a well satisfied man now...not a hint of the man he was...mmm it's amazing what a friendly helping hand (job) can do for ones outlook on life...I'm always ready and willing to do my duty for the good of a man kind... __________________ uniqueness is a gift... My blood is alive...with many voices that tells me...I am made of longing, Rilke Some women fear the fire Some women simply become it My blood is alive...with many voices that tell me...I am made of longing, |
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