Certainly slow seduction, sipped drinks, and massaged foreplay have a place, an elegance and lure, a sweetness.
Sometimes, though, she needs this:
She can't wait a second longer. At some point after leaving the house and before arriving at their destination, her mind has wandered and she thinks about her whole body being filled and complete and ravished - mouth, hands, cleavage, and the two below. The cloth of her panties dampens and the tingled ache is making her uncomfortable. She tells him to stop, and he isn't one to deny such whims. They pull the car over, tinted windows a shadow curtain to blur their delight from others passing by.
They end up in the back seat, somehow, with her on top. Her back is to his front because he likes seeing the curve of her ass move up and down frantically in the search of thrill. Today, she doesn't care about views or soft touches or any foreplay. She wants fingernails, force, and a good, quick, hard fuck. She wants to feel the movement in and out, the thrust vibrate and tug up to her clitoris, the stretch and raw dash to climax.
When they arrive at the party, a few minutes late, her cheeks are rosy and her eyes bright. Her walk is easy, her hips swaying a little more lazily, and others can't help but glance with interest.
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Another short one after all - hope you still enjoy. :) xo.
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Piú giú, in fondo alla Tuscolana...!?...passavo per un saluto!
Hi A.T.
Wow.. that was such a brief but hot post. I totally feel like that sometimes :)
-hanna
Hanna, thank you for reading and responding. :)
I made the mistake of looking at your blog awhile back and thinking stories weren't in English based on a couple of posts. Now that I see you've also written a lot in English, I'll spend some time soon catching up with your writing. Overactive imaginations are yummy after all. :)
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