Indian First Night

I could feel the small steel ball flicking me. I shivered with each flick of her tongue. Her tongue seemed trained to tease me at a ridiculously fast...rate and feeling the tip of her tongue stroking me made me crazy. “mmmmmm no…..please….Elissa it’s wrong…I don’t want to…uuuuuuhhhhhh…..oh my god…..that feels good.” She swirled her tongue ridiculously fast over my clit. She stood and gently pushed me back to a leather chair. I looked into her eyes seeing the experience of a hot, desired woman. Groaning slightly as if she knows that something is wrong, Marcy reachesinto her purse and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it as Donna angrilywalks toward us. I feel like shit, knowing that not only am I going tocatch hell from Donna, but it probably screws my chances with Marcytonight."Food poison? FOOD POISON? YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE. Who's the slut? Youstood me and my parents up for her after I spent all afternoon workingon a hot stove to fix your favorite meal. You don't know what you. More

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