When I was high on drugs and dancing at darling harbour I came across a TV presenter and was grinding up in her. To cut a long story short I said to my boy Howie that I had to split and he said it’s all love bro and we went back to her apartment and did half an ecstasy. “I wanna bust a nut inside you, shortly” I said. “I wanna make you sweat, boo. Let’s do this thing.”
I’d like to say that she stepped out of her jeans, but in truth it took a while to maneuver Her tight buttocks and the accompanying vaginal wedge out of the hard shell of her denims. We huffed and sweated; I had her hanging off the edge of the bed while I gripped the cuffs of her jeans; I nearly pulled a groin muscle getting her naked; but through it all I stayed hard, a testament to how much I wanted her. She kept her T-shirt on throughout the initial popping, which is just how I like it.. I slipped my hands beneath the cotton tee and felt the smooth creamery of her breasts while saving the visuals of those brown glossy globes for later. Her puss was all that, as they say in the urban media