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“Oh, DJ, oh pleeease!” After that near-wail, I cut myself off. My mental back-talk kicked in. ‘You’re making an ass of yourself. For sexy lingerie pic god’s sake, he’s got thousands of little girls half your age googoo-ing over him.’
Apparently I’d convinced him, or he’d convinced himself. DJ sexy lingerie pic removed his hands from the far reaches of my “shirt” and spun me around. Even as I realized what he was going to do I was reaching for him again. There wasn’t that much of him to grab onto, truth be told. Like his body, his manner had this whole elusive sprightliness to sexy lingerie pic it that made him hard to pin down. My arms went around his narrow waist and I groped two-handed up his back and cranked my sexy lingerie pic head back so far my hair brushed against my ass. ‘Slut’ I cursed myself, but stopped nothing. DJ lowered his absolutely perfect lips. Now all my nerve endings were in my mouth and it was all I could do to hold back enough not to get out sexy lingerie pic of line with my tongue immediately. He was shy about it, almost; he went slowly, but the man could kiss. His lips tasted like brandy and were very mobile, but stayed mostly on my own. The pressure he applied, rhythmically, was like that of drinking, or sexy lingerie pic painting, or kneading bread. God, it was like fucking. He’d barely acknowledged my tongue yet, although he received it readily enough. I traced the outline of his wide mouth with my tongue tip, darting it inside and flicking his teeth and the bridge between. He’d give me a little poke with his own warm tongue, and then pull his head back just enough so I’d retract mine into my mouth, over and over again. |
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