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Waking next to Sarah . . . . .
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Saturday morning . . . . . . I become aware of the sunlight sharply pushing at my eyelids as I feel its warmth on my left side. I open my eyes to see Sarah's petite form next to me; her auburn hair is across her right eye and her lips are parted in a sultry and seductive manner as if she is about to suck my nipples or use her tongue to flick my cunt hood, as she had barely 5 hours before. The rise and fall of her sexy small breasts eases me into the day - her flat but finely shaped belly button glints with the piercing as my gazes sweeps across it to her downy cunt hair, shaved so just a wispy line remains above her beautiful pouting pussy lips. Her hips are heavenly and she still retains the scent of her sexy manouevres last night. I am soon aware of the warm trickle of my juices begin to moisten my own crack once more. I lean forward and begin to slip my tongue over her nipples and down her smooth belly until I reach the first soft pube. As my tongue flicks the sweet tasting hood of her pussy I look up to her lovely face. Her blue eyes are looking back at me and she arches her head back as she smiles in pleasure. I sink my tongue down the groove and begin flicking as she pushes my head into her soft mound gently. The day has begun . . . . . . . .
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Posted on : Jun 23, 2014
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Commented on Jun 24, 2014
Seems like a beautiful memory which will last forever... you made me feel as if I was this lovely Sarah.
I felt your tongue in the early hours of the morning, the world was quiet except for the hissing of your hot breath and your soft touches and that much needed tongue of yours sinking deep along the groove...
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Commented on Jun 23, 2014
It is a memoir. Sadly don't have as many Saturday mornings like that as I would like but then, who does?
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Commented on Jun 23, 2014
What a beautiful vignette! Is it a fantasy or a memoir?
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