Mary
mass of curly strawcolouredhoneycoloured hair to the middle of her back
six feet tall
onehundredeighty pounds
hell of a wrestler still he was able to pin her repeatedly
tangling with her was
incentive enough
finishing on top her facethroat flushed with exertion her sweet breath heavy in his face
Can’t we forego it this time . . please?
Baby our standing bet Cant haveya goin back on your word
Occur to you . . you might be a
pervert?
Occur to youyou might be an exhibitionist and masochistI dig both em They look good on you
she shook her head tresses movedcascaded like a waterfall
Is it my turn?
Yes he swallowed hard My favourite
parthow you do it
I titillate you.
Ya know ya do
she smiled wickedly canine pointsshowed her teeth deep dimples
Come over here. she patted the sofa seat beside her
he cleared his throat
his groin ached
he sat
she shook her hair out
hands to her waistcrossed her
wrists
took the hem of her lavender pullover
one fell swoop she peeled it off
over her head
reached behind her
unhooked three hooks he
counted to himself as she did was another favourite
when it was his turn
her bra hung from her shoulders
she lifted a cup from below
a single tantalising breast as
big as his head
her waist was narrow
her aureole the size of a teacup
sauce
she touched her nipple with her
little fingerstroked it
Blow, baby.
his breath was hotmoist
her nipple aureole puckered
she leaned back on her hands bra a
figureEIGHT
Christ
she patted his crotchher breasts
jiggled
Little to no room in
there.
huskily No
No none
I
still got it.
You do
Maybe one day youll do more than
tease me
she laughedchirped a melodious bird
Maybe.
she leaned forwardcupped her breast with her bra pulled up on the straps turned aside as he hooked her up she turned her top right
side out arms through the sleeves over her head over her breasts to her waist
like snakeskin her nipples pronounced Yare killin me
You're still breathing.
she hmmmd I forget. When I win . . what do I win?
he couldnt remember
she
hadnt ever
smiling she licked her lips with a
cherryred tongue
she sucked hardcandy before wrestling
afternoon, Monday – Labour Day, 4 9.
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1021, Saturday, 28 10.
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