MacSlither
Really Really Experienced
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- Sep 14, 2019
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So this one is based on real life. This babe is sleeping in my bed right now. I ran into her at the grocery today. I know her from the local art scene. She's one of the best tattoo artists in the city and I'd always dug her style. She's a black boots and Fleetwood Mac tshirt kind of gal. At my last art show she'd bought a small canvas. I've gotten two tattoos from her.
Well, today she recognized me at the store, despite the mask I was wearing. We spoke for a few minutes at a respectable distance. How weird is it that we're in a pandemic and all that.
Small talk.. She was wearing a fluffy jacket and I commented how soft it looked. She stepped closer and told me to feel it. So I did. I touched her sleeve and she told me I could feel her shoulder..."or wherever," she said with a sly smile. She asked if I was still seeing Heidi. I told her I wasn't. She told me that I should have her over for drinks tonight.
So I did. She came over. We had tequila cocktails and watched old episodes of Seinfeld. It was weird being in the presence of someone without my mask on. Haha. I went to make a few more drinks and when I came back to the living room, she was wearing nothing but the jacket. Her naked ass seated primly on my sofa. We should go to your bedroom, she says. I'll let you count my tattoos, she says...
Right this way...
She sat on my bed and leaned back, her small perky breasts peeking out of her jacket. I saw the tattoos on her hips and shaved mons pubis.
I stripped the jacket from her and spent a while counting her tattoos. She has 28. Thats 7 more than I have. Her tattooed hands pumping my cock as she pressed her plump soft maroon lips to it. We creaked the bed for a few hours. Straddling my face and clutching the headboard she breathes heavy and says, "how's my pussy taste?" I told her it tasted like pussy. She giggled as she fucking came with my finger in her ass and my thumb in her pussy, holding her like a Sixpack of beer, tongue furiously working her clit. I fucked her for a while. She's fucking into it. She's using her panties to wipe her juices from my beard. She's climbing on my dick and clutching my hair. She's loud. Her pussy clenches my dick as she comes again.. shes loud and wet. So fucking wet. Not obnoxiously loud like professional porn actresses, but loud. Her tits are perfect. Not big, but so perky and soft. Her tiny pink nipples brushing lightly against my lips is my new favorite sensation.
I'm not as young as I used to be, so I go for quality over quantity. I try just to last as long as I can. Then after a little oral coaxing I can usually get rolling again. Boom. The second session naturally takes longer. She told me she always comes easy. She said she lost track.
So yeah, a couple hours later, this gal says she's fucking done. She says she can't go on. Her arms shudder and won't hold her weight. I cuddle her for a bit, but I'm something of an insomniac.
What should I do? My cock is still wet from her pussy and I realize we didn't use protection. I hope she's on the pill. Oh, I think I'm going to drink more tequila, smoke some cigarettes and draw, to document the event. Oh, and listen to the wind howl outside. It's supposed to blizzard tomorrow.
So here it is. 2:00am and the girl is naked and asleep in my bedroom and that's where all my pens and shit are, so it's just a quick pencil sketch to commemorate the occasion while it's fresh in my memory. I'm hoping I can get some morning sex.
Well, today she recognized me at the store, despite the mask I was wearing. We spoke for a few minutes at a respectable distance. How weird is it that we're in a pandemic and all that.
Small talk.. She was wearing a fluffy jacket and I commented how soft it looked. She stepped closer and told me to feel it. So I did. I touched her sleeve and she told me I could feel her shoulder..."or wherever," she said with a sly smile. She asked if I was still seeing Heidi. I told her I wasn't. She told me that I should have her over for drinks tonight.
So I did. She came over. We had tequila cocktails and watched old episodes of Seinfeld. It was weird being in the presence of someone without my mask on. Haha. I went to make a few more drinks and when I came back to the living room, she was wearing nothing but the jacket. Her naked ass seated primly on my sofa. We should go to your bedroom, she says. I'll let you count my tattoos, she says...
Right this way...
She sat on my bed and leaned back, her small perky breasts peeking out of her jacket. I saw the tattoos on her hips and shaved mons pubis.
I stripped the jacket from her and spent a while counting her tattoos. She has 28. Thats 7 more than I have. Her tattooed hands pumping my cock as she pressed her plump soft maroon lips to it. We creaked the bed for a few hours. Straddling my face and clutching the headboard she breathes heavy and says, "how's my pussy taste?" I told her it tasted like pussy. She giggled as she fucking came with my finger in her ass and my thumb in her pussy, holding her like a Sixpack of beer, tongue furiously working her clit. I fucked her for a while. She's fucking into it. She's using her panties to wipe her juices from my beard. She's climbing on my dick and clutching my hair. She's loud. Her pussy clenches my dick as she comes again.. shes loud and wet. So fucking wet. Not obnoxiously loud like professional porn actresses, but loud. Her tits are perfect. Not big, but so perky and soft. Her tiny pink nipples brushing lightly against my lips is my new favorite sensation.
I'm not as young as I used to be, so I go for quality over quantity. I try just to last as long as I can. Then after a little oral coaxing I can usually get rolling again. Boom. The second session naturally takes longer. She told me she always comes easy. She said she lost track.
So yeah, a couple hours later, this gal says she's fucking done. She says she can't go on. Her arms shudder and won't hold her weight. I cuddle her for a bit, but I'm something of an insomniac.
What should I do? My cock is still wet from her pussy and I realize we didn't use protection. I hope she's on the pill. Oh, I think I'm going to drink more tequila, smoke some cigarettes and draw, to document the event. Oh, and listen to the wind howl outside. It's supposed to blizzard tomorrow.
So here it is. 2:00am and the girl is naked and asleep in my bedroom and that's where all my pens and shit are, so it's just a quick pencil sketch to commemorate the occasion while it's fresh in my memory. I'm hoping I can get some morning sex.
