enticementmovedlikewildfire

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

The first time the screen lit up blinking with a new message from you all it said was “I’m coming over. Be creative”

Be creative? What the hell does that mean? Racked with indecision and indecisiveness, I didn’t even know where to start.

30 minutes later, I opened the door in nothing but panties holding an expensive bottle of Laphroig Scotch I had kept from an ex. Entry to the house was a shot. Low and behold I unleashed a monster. I didn’t know the boy could drink me under the table. With each shot, your dick got harder and harder. A tour of the house as it was your first time into the new place. We started out on the kitchen table. We explored every inch of that lazy susan, spinning me to face you over and over again, legs spread and your head dipping between them at each turn. The chair in the unfinished basement. Sitting on your lap and back bending over to the floor. Your hands holding onto my hips for balance as you thrust inside me, and I lowered down over you. Somewhere along the way, I wound up on top of the dryer with your dick inside me. An entirely new meaning to tumble dry. It was a marathon. We didn’t make it down the hallway and you had picked me up and pinned me against the wall. That was the first time I discovered drinking makes you horny and unable to cum. A dangerous mix. Your want and desire to get off only increasing in tempo, and I find myself being fucked harder and harder in an effort for you to find release. That was my first experience being pinned to a bed by your dick, and all I could do was slide up and down the length of you, held firmly in place by the shaft of your cock and a hand around my throat. We explored the shower together and took down the curtain rod.

 I woke up 24 hours later entangled with your body. Just the way I like it. Your arms wrapped around me, cradling me into you. One of your legs thrust between mine so I’m locked in beside you. The other leg pulled up and over, always pulling me into place, resting just over your cock and across your body. Skin against skin. That was the first time you told me I was fun.

“always up for everything”

Be creative. Be creative is code for let’s get a little bit kinky. It always ends with you cumming in my ass. Be creative is no inhibitions.

The last time you told me to be creative, I ended up in your climbing gear, naked, suspended from the ceiling in the garage while you fucked me wrapped in Christmas lights. All the couch cushions pulled to the garage floor. The summer heat adding to the sweat dripping down my body. A mild wonder if this is how I get electrocuted.  70s spy music playing in the background.

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

daddy is back 😈

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

#my post #my edit

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

Good Girl

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

hot Hot HOT tub.🤍

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

that time when we were casually talking with my friends and i reached under your shirt and you retaliated by wrapping your arm around me and groping my ass and me tilting up so you can move further into me and just nonchalantly keeping the conversations going….

fun times

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

I just want a girl I can give lots of kisses and snuggles with before I slut her out at a beach to random strangers.

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

Making out with you ❦

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

Sensual moments with you ❦

[enticementmovedlikewildfire]

Breakfast with you ❦