Bent Over in Stockings
You offered me your manly shaped ass as you bent over touching your ankles. The five-inch heels and thigh high stockings, your only apparel, accent a well-shaved body ready for action. I could clearly see your beautiful dick and balls hanging down, viewed from behind and in need of my caresses. How could I resist such an overt suggestion of pleasures to be experienced that afternoon?
As you remained in that position, I was overcome with desire and took my own clothing off so that I could feel the nakedness of my own skin rub against yours. I ran my hands over your thighs and gluts, savoring the silky feeling of your flesh. My glans, engorged by an unstoppable yearning for admittance into your carnal doorway, massaged the canyon between your cheeks slowly moving up and down.
I felt an electric desire to take you then and there, but the enjoyment of the anticipation of the act was enough to constrain me from immediate access. I savored the expectation of our ultimate union as I turned you around and knelt to take you in my mouth for the foreplay needed before the final act.
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