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Juice
I had an early morning meeting. Mariana got up just as I was about to leave. "Oh, honey," she said, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Did you get any breakfast?"
"I'll pick up something later," I told her.
"At least let me make you some juice," she said. "It won't be a minute."
"I don't think I can--" I started to say when spry as a cat Mariana hopped up on the breakfast table. She gave me a mischievous smile. "I'm going to be thinking of you in your meeting," she said. "I'm going to be thinking of your big cock." As she spoke she drew down the bodice of her little nightgown and began thumbing her nipple. "Your big cock pushing into my hot wet cunt," she drawled, and her other hand went to her foot and began squeezing her little toe. "Your big cock fucking me so good and strong." She began purring in the back of her throat while continuing to thumb her nipple and pinch her toe. "Mmmm," she purred. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. Fucking me and fucking me and fucking me."
Then she gave a little gasp. A little shudder. "There," she said, smiling that mischievous smile again. "I think your juice is ready now. She leaned back and spread her legs.
She was right, her juice was ready.
It was delicious.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
