Eyes rolled back
Kissed neck
Hands feel girlish flesh, plump
Through silk dress
No bra, no pants
Mouth drooling, dribble
Lips lick wet
Kiss
Mad girl lust
Lips lit red
Hand feels soft secret flesh treasure
Up silk dress, bare
Quim slick, dribble
Fingered lips wet
Rub
Mad girl lust
Blush lit red
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Rob True was born in London 1971. He left school with no qualifications, dyslexic and mad, in a world he didn’t fit into. He got lost in an abyss, was sectioned twice and spent the best part of a decade on another planet. He returned to earth just in time for the new millennium, found a way to get on in life, married a beautiful girl and lived happily ever after. She taught him how to use paragraphs and punctuation and his writing has been a bit better ever since. Find him on Twitter at: https://twitter.com/robjtrue
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