Like Southwest, sometimes you just gotta get away.
So hop in your car Kitten, grab a coffee, run some errands, and lo and behold there is this navy blue app right there on your iPhone and this bright red icon with my words pulling you in.
”Ah, fuck it I’ll read just this one”, you tell yourself.
That’s right, nobody is looking. And besides, it feels really good to touch and since nobody is around why does it even matter.
A little wetter than before, aren’t you darling?
Go ahead, nobody can see.
The words you read depict a very well-engaged and capable man in his middle age passionate beyond all get out for certain little Kitten that just makes him go crazy.
Mr. Cool Calm and Collected has turned into a puddle of weakness over a little delicate flower whom he really enjoys breaking down her center of gravity.
Devouring her until she physically cannot take it anymore, clit between his firm tongue and upper lip a mile a minute and she bucks uncontrollably as one more orgasm floods her body.
He stands up.
She knows she is in for it now.
Two, then three fingers inside her with his right hand and his left holding her down at the torso, holding her in place for what is about to happen to her body. He gives her that look and she knows she is in for a wild ride soon.
Thrashing away at her G spot she cums, cums again, and squirts everywhere and he feels a sense of accomplishment as he sees the beads of watery fluid decorating her down to her knees.
Uh, oh…he is pulling his jeans down now.
On hand around her olive-skinned neck, hazel green eyes piercing hers like daggers, and a hard dick right up inside her swollen wet mess and he fucks her like he is angry at her for some reason, when he is really in complete adoration for her very existence.
“Cum for Daddy” is what she hears.
“Do it, Kitten. Cum for me.”
She does like a good girl and he floods her with his seed as she begins to buck and twist one last time.
Mr. Blog is all about that little one.
So, Miss. Touch. Go ahead. Nobody is looking.