Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A. ” I countered. “Mark and I just run the bar. You own it.” “Actually daddy’s trust fund owns it. Are we going to stand here and talk with my tits hanging out, or are you taking me upstairs and fucking me.” “Damn you’ve got a dirty little mouth.” “Really! I never heard you complain about my “dirty little mouth” when I’m giving you a blowjob. In fact, as I recall, you were saying my mouth felt amazing.” “And soon enough I’m going to be saying it again!” “You think so do you?” I sassed. “I. He inhaled my fragrance deeply and slid his fingers into my juicy pussy. My legs went weak so I sat down and let Tim fondle me and work me up to be even hotter. Tim was inexperienced and he shoved my legs apart and jumped between them. His cock slammed into my cunt about a dozen times and then it was over. From start to finish my sexual deflowering took all of fifteen minutes. I wasn't sure that he even penetrated me except for the telltale leaking of his sticky cum for the next hour. All my.Read More
