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Rated: XGC · Fiction · Erotica · #1406803
At a boring meeting a young woman remembers a night of passion
I love to replay our lovemaking in my head. I am sitting at the meeting bored. I watch Adele walk up to the front of the room. She is wearing "Come fuck me shoes" You know the ones: black,open toe, with a 4 inch heel and a thin strap caressing her ankle. I feel my cunt respond and then I remember you.

I remember my hands on your body, so soft and warm. I kiss your lips, my hair falling into your face, and I raise my head and fall into your eyes. Blue gray like the ocean in a storm, I feel your soul rise to me like the crest of the waves . I want to take you on the ride, feel the power of your passion build and the waves of our love spill over and over.

My lips travel over your torso, kissing your breasts and I hear you gasp in anticipation. Your hands reach up and grab my shoulders. I feel your fingers press into my flesh and push me down. " I adore you " I whisper. My tongue finds your belly button and I tease you with promises of deeper kisses.

My hands are stroking your inner thighs now. I started at your ankle. My nails create electric shocks shooting through your body. I feel you squirm in delight. And I stop, resting my hand between your legs. The hair is so soft, my fingers play in the curls almost touching your cunt.You are so hot as my fingers brush over your lips and you try to push into my hand but I continue my journey down your other leg.

" Now! " you beg " I want you soooo bad , wrap your lips on my clit! "

" Soon" I promise and I take my hand and feel the warm, wetness of your pussy." I want to taste you and fill you with my love."

My mouth finds your lips as my tongue dances over your clit. My fingers gently push inside of you. Your hands are on my head now, encouraging, pushing. My tongue and fingers dig deeper, savoring your love juices. The wave is building, I feel my fingers push in with you. We are locked in a dance of passion.You are riding on the crest now as I feel your hot juice spill over and you cry out in love songs. It lasts forever and then I feel your body relax.

I hear my name, but it is not you but Adele bringing me back. Back to reality, Adele asking me to come up front . Claiming everyone has been anticipating my presentation. I will start slowly...
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