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Fuck!How did I let this happen? How did I let you slip into my heart with the same ease as your fingers slipped into my hot, wet aching …….damn it. See, there I go again. Addicted to you. From the moment you took me, pinned against the wall.I know, I know, it was probably my fault. Staring into your eyes as we sat opposite each other on the crowded train. Me not wearing any underwear, legs slightly parted and you with a raging hard-on.That was the start (and what a bloody good start it was too). Biting my nipples, kissing my neck, fucking me with your fingers. The way you flipped me around and let me have every last delicious inch of you inside me. I think that’s when I should have called it a day but hindsight is a bitch, always turning up late to the party.Now, don’t get me wrong, had I just settled for mind-blowing orgasms, then perhaps I wouldn’t have found myself in this predicament. I blame you, naturally. You broke the rules and not the one where you sit around waiting for me, rigid member in hand. Nope, you smashed the other one, where you keep your cock in my pussy and stay the heck out of my heart.But here we are. Well, I should rephrase. There you are, at the bar drinking scotch Ankara escort at 10 am, the bartender wiping a glass down with his teatowel, trying to cover his look of disdain with a layer of sympathy.And here I am standing outside looking in. Debating whether to walk on by, with an empty promise to keep the onward and upwards trajectory of my life intact. Or perhaps, just maybe, one last time wouldn’t hurt?Would it?Of course, me being me, it isn’t really much of a debate. More of a split second ‘what the heck’ as I open the door and crash, bang, wallop back into your life. Sorry (not sorry). It triggers a Pavlovian reaction. You look up, I get wet… what is it about those damn blue eyes?‘Hi.’ Not much of an opening line from me, but forgive me, I came ill-prepared.I expected confusion on your part but instead, it’s as if you knew I would be back. I guess it really was inevitable.‘Hey.’ Your smile melts me. ‘Drink?’I shake my head. If I’m honest I don’t really know what to say. One minute we are talking twenty-four-seven (groans of ‘fuck me harder’ count right?) and the next, radio silence. But it turns out, words aren’t really necessary. Not for us.Roll Ankara escort bayan on another quarter of an hour, which is a record-breakingly long amount of time to be fair, I’m at your place, down to my undies. Thankfully, I’d picked wisely this morning. Choosing those sexy ones, with the little triangle at the front and a lot of breeze allowance at the back. The ones I posed in and sent you a picture of when I bought them, making you nearly cum on the spot. I digress, perhaps I should slow down a little now, continue the story word for word, touch for touch.‘I’ve missed you, Amelie.’ Your words slice through my heart.I’ve missed you too, but I don’t want to tell you that. This is just a one-off after all. Making-up-sex? Nope. We-are-on-a-break-sex? Definitely not. Goodbye-sex, perhaps? Yes. That’s the one. After all, I did cut and run without prior notice.You’re lying next to me on the bed, boxers still on. Damn though, I can see your cock straining to get out. Is that precum leaking through the fabric? You brush the hair from my face and lean in for a kiss. My tongue darts in, exploring your mouth. Within seconds, your hand finds its place on Escort Ankara my breast, rubbing a nipple through the black lace. You take your time, teasing me, knowing that I want you to rip the thing off and put that firm, erect nipple in your mouth.But two can play that game. I lower my hand onto your crotch and gently rub it on the outside of your boxers. We both groan in sync, fondling each other first base style. As always though, I cave in first and move my hand directly onto your cock. Geez, the amount of leakage coming from it, you are nearly as wet as I am. I can’t help myself and quickly manoeuvre myself down, remove your pants and lick every last drop. You taste exactly as I remember, so fricking sweet. I’m guessing you have no complaints at this quick upscaling of events as your cock literally trembles on my tongue.I continue to lick around the tip before making my way down your shaft, lower and lower until I’m between your legs. I kiss your thighs, all the while stroking your cock with my hand. I love licking your balls, mostly because of the effect I know it has on you. I treat each one with tenderness and spend some time attending to them individually, licking, sucking and then gently kneading them with my spare hand.I have to have you in my mouth at this point. It’s been far too long. I would normally take my time and tease you by letting your tip linger on my lips, but it’s no use. I swoop you in with one quick motion.‘Fuck me,’ you whisper, thighs all aquiver.

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