"Sou' tack" Angel has stepped out to douche herself and lube for the second service:
Korean birdsong wakes the dim silence: not a twitter, a cooing comes through the thin walls: simple words, simple meanings: long swooping dipthongs accompanied by the rumble of negotiation.
Oooh!"That girl is so noisy."
"I told her: When you talk I want to put on my Walkman."
"She's young and she has a baby."
And now come the cries: gasps: inhalations: moans: In the next cube she's getting it, and he's giving it to her. Though, oddly, or not, there's no sound from a jouncing bedframe, no sound from a headboard banging the wall, no slap of flesh.
"We have a sou' tack."
I look a question.
"Sound tack."
"Soundtrack!"
Oooooh!Oh! Oh!Kneeling, head thown back, belly still, I clasp Angel's cheeks, still up her:
Oh? Oh! Ooooooh!And still on all fours, from below, Angel speaks:
"I know what your fantasy is."
"Oh?"
"Doing it with a soundtrack!"
"That's not my fantasy, I came too fast!"
I lay down my belly and chest down along her moist back, bend my head to kiss, Asian style, the back of her neck, her shoulders: reach both hands under her, cup her breasts, tug her distended nipples:
Still up her:
As we talked, she'd been kegeling me.
{300}
>> posted by John Psmyth
• 4/13/2005 04:57:00 PM
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