The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 9)

July 27, 2017lurvspanking

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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naughtynora July 27, 2017 / 1:59 pm

LOVE the simile!!!! Great segment, LS 🙂

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- lurvspanking July 27, 2017 / 2:00 pm
  
  Been wanting to fit that one in somewhere. It’s such a great visual. 🙂
  
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  - naughtynora July 27, 2017 / 2:04 pm
    
    It absolutely is!!! 🙂
    
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missy July 27, 2017 / 3:44 pm

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

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- lurvspanking July 27, 2017 / 6:42 pm
  
  I like making you smile. 🙂
  
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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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- lurvspanking July 30, 2017 / 3:15 pm
  
  Grin and sin go together like bottoms and paddles. 😉
  
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