So what is sex but the exchange of fluids? Jade
2 enters, almost toppling from her platform shoes. She holds a torn strip of paper with a phone number on it, not mine, daubed in crude red magic marker.
I came softly as she sucked on my balls. She didn't even need to blow me; she kept sucking, though. As she bathed me with her warm tongue, I felt the pooled come on my belly separate, and the runny part suddenly, coolly, trickle down my thigh. Her tongue still tugged at my sack. She didn't even know she could stop.
Since she was so fresh, I asked "May I eat you?"
"If you want to." Shyly.
With the pillow I shoved under her ass, she splayed her thin legs wide and put a hand over her eyes: She had shaved or been shaved: Twin lips like a round brown nut with a slit showing pulp, pink: burst open when it fell from the tree. I laid my index finger between her outer lips; she was barely not dry: gummy.
I rocked back on my heels. A silvery rope of saliva spanned her puffy red twatlips.
She might really have been 18; she said "Thank you," on her way out the door. The next time I called for her, she was no longer working.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 7/02/2004 10:27:00 AM
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