Take Me Over the Table


This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading this anywhere else, it has been stolen, and the thief shall be visited by scary-ass gingerbread men who will giggle at them every time they try to have a wank.I’m waiting for you.I beat you home from work again, and I’m waiting. Here I am, in the kitchen, bent over the table and facing the door. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of shiny heels and an apron. I adjusted it so that you will be able to see my two large breasts spilling over the top as they squish against the wood.Mmm, wood. I’m thinking about your wood; your big, hard, throbbing wood…But you aren’t here yet. I wish you would hurry çankaya escort up. Just a few strides away, and I’m still waiting. It will only take you a minute or two from walking in, fucking me, and filling me with your spunk. But right now is lasting forever, this interminable waiting.I shift my legs, big, naked bum in the air as you open the front door, letting the little draughts of winter sneak in to lick my bare skin.I’ve been leaning over this table for fifteen minutes now, and my juices are flowing already. As soon as you walk in that door, you will see me, forearms and hands flat on the table, pale, round rus escort boobs bulging over the green and white striped cotton. And behind my head, you will see my big, round ass cheeks, a larger imitation of my squishy in-built cushions, waiting for you. More cushion for the pushin’, they say. Whatever, my ass is big, and you like it, you tell me.I’m wearing these heels because I know my wet pussy is now at exactly the right height for…I hear you pause. No wonder, I hung my damp knickers on the peg you hang your coat on. I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing. You know I’m home, and I would have called out to you by now, were eryaman escort this any other day. But this is today, and this is now, and seconds from now, you will be feasting your eyes on my smooth skin, with blood flowing fast into your cock.I hear you hanging up your coat. Did you sniff my panties? Are you holding them now? Seconds are obnoxious days to this pulsing between my legs, lad. Hurry up! Never mind my knickers, come and get what made them wet!I squeeze my thighs together, and feel the delicious oozing of sweet, slick honey seeping down my soft inner thighs. I didn’t shower when I got home from work. I know you love my scent, mixing in its own earnestness all day. You will slide wonderfully inside me…Mmm… I spread my legs, strong muscles taut over the heels, glistening petals delicately welcoming the rush of fresh air. Ah, the promise of your hardening cock, slowly sliding its length between these lips.

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