Chatlog iam cybersex a q

by  |  01-Feb-2015 13:07

Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray,picture frames and your candles. Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my..know ...thing..your..know...woman's thing.

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Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly.

Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.

Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.

My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you....

There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.

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