The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 9)

Rough palms caressed my hot cheeks. I pressed back into his touch, waggling my naughty hips; spreading my thighs with silent entreaty. His boots kicked my ankles even wider. I dipped my hips and groaned as his thick fingers probed my now open channel. I adjusted my grip on the far edge of the desk. His heavy cock pressed past my puckered portal into my pulsating pouch: thumbs resting either side of my ridged spine, his fingers wrapped under my somersaulting stomach. He began to move out then back in with majestic sweeps like an Oxford crew on the Thames.

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7 thoughts on “The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 9)

  1. missy July 27, 2017 / 3:44 pm

    I second that – I love it and you made me smile.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ina Morata July 30, 2017 / 1:57 pm

    The simile is fabulous! But it was the alliteration that made me grin. 🙂


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