Thursday, March 4, 2010

Table Top

Legs hooked over the sides unashamedly spreading and displaying her in full, pert breasts rising and falling with each sharp, excited breath, she counts down the seconds to the moment of his invasion.

With the sound of his feet making their way across the hard-wood floor, her cunt thumps its raging pulse through the fine pink mesh, releasing pool after pool of her sweet nectar into the fabric and down her thighs.

Before her at last, he wastes little time, sliding down his zip to free the angry purple cock in need of this merging. Pushing the g-string to one side, he nudges his glistening head into her plump lips, hands possessing, hips driving, hard shaft plunging deep, deep, deeper into the searing velvety wetness as her back involuntarily arches and their low guttural moan reverberates around the cavernous room.


The Panserbjørne said...

A smart man, that, who wastes little time on being confronted with such a tableau. "Repast", rather -- a culinary carnal feast of delights laid out for his appetite.

On the table before him. My mouth is watering at the very thought.

Bravo, Chef Minx.

-- PB

Cheeky Minx said...

PB, I am delighted you savoured this first course as much as I enjoyed whipping it up.

Allow me to show you to your table for the next... ;)