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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Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
LOVE the simile!!!! Great segment, LS 🙂
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Been wanting to fit that one in somewhere. It’s such a great visual. 🙂
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It absolutely is!!! 🙂
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I second that – I love it and you made me smile.
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I like making you smile. 🙂
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The simile is fabulous! But it was the alliteration that made me grin. 🙂
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Grin and sin go together like bottoms and paddles. 😉
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