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Written on December 31, 2009
Asian hairy girlsThe party was one town over, about a half hour's ride away. I'd been going nuts with wanting this man all week, and the second we were in the car I leaned over and kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He tasted faintly minty, as his tongue pressed back against mine. His hand came up under my neck, behind my head, and he pulled me closer to him for a moment before letting go. "You look incredible tonight," he murmured into my ear, playfully dipping his tongue into it. "So do you," I said. "Shall we go? The sooner we get to the party, the sooner we can decently leave so I can fuck your brains out. Sex on the phone the other night was fun, but..." "Right then." He pulled away from me, drawing his hand across my breasts as he did so. The mistake I made is easy to spot, in retrospect. We were just on the verge of leaving town when I put my hand on his knee. I really did mean it to be just affectionate, despite how Craig has teased me since. But his knee was a little far down, and before I realized it my hand had slid up his thigh, and my fingers brushed against the bulge under the soft material of his pants. And from there, I really couldn't help myself, memories of how good his eight inches had felt the week before and all. I moved my hand up higher, and gave him a good, hard squeeze through the cloth. He moaned, just a little, and leaned back in the seat to give me more access.
