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Almost close enough to be heard. She, bent over, hands on her knees, looks back at me with the shock of an approaching orgasm. She can’t make a noise. She doesn’t dare. Our guests, our visiting friends, are just an open door and hallway away. She comes, and when she does, her hands fall to her ankles and her head between her knees. Her black and sequined dress, fitted tightly round her waste. glitters as though with the semen flowing into her. I don’t utter a sound. She stays where I release her. Her pussy, behind and turned upwards, is like a cup filled with wine. She knows the wine will spill.
····I zip—giving her permission to pull up her
Redbud | January 28 2017