She was sat looking up at him The handsome man Neatly dressed Open necked Dizzyingly cologned She co
She was sat looking up at him The handsome man Neatly dressed Open necked Dizzyingly cologned She could not but be aware of him Swinging from the hand rail In this crowded train Far too close for decency Swaying on extended shirt-sleeved muscles Shifting his weight onto his deeply tanned arms Relieving the tiredness in his legs Sagging his pelvis Relaxing his hips Her eyes had stripped him from neck to waist Her finicky fingers were fiddling with his fly Her hands were yanking down his trousers and shorts Around his ankles Her forehead dodging backFrom his cock As it swang free The handsome man was still swaying Her mind had his cock full and erect Her mind placed his cock to her lips In her mouth. And she sucked And he was looking down at her Reading her mind Knowing her mind And she was not ashamed She loved to cuff him from the beam in the bedroom She loved to tease him and torture him Make him groan and buck and twist And she loved that he was the husband Who would stand and offer his seat To any frail, elderly gentleman on any crowded train -- source link
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