A brief moment of desire…
As we stood to say our goodbyes, I could imagine the roundness of her small breasts — if she undid the buttons slowly for me, would she expose perfect orbs of flesh with dark areolas and nipples, that when squeezed, would become long and erect.
As she talked about politics, the latest science around climate change and the philosophies that intertwine the two, I could only focus on her beauty — her caramel skin, dark eyes and full lips, accented with soft pink.
I wondered what her lips tasted like and if her tongue would aggressively want mine?
As we stood to say our goodbyes, I could imagine the roundness of her small breasts.
If she undid the buttons slowly for me, would she expose perfect orbs of flesh with dark areolas and nipples; when squeezed, would become long and erect?
If I moved her panties to the side, would her dark full lips give way to pink — would she spread her legs for me as she touched her clit; eventually bringing a finger to those rose lips to taste herself? Would she gasp slightly as I entered her? Would she moan and beg me to fuck her harder? Would she cum just before I did, and let our juices run down her leg?
Before we went our separate ways, we looked at each other for a long moment as if deciding to act on what we were thinking. It wasn’t my imagination that her nipples were a little hard as she walked away.
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