Florists.
Let's write a story.
- Thread starter PhotographerGuy
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Okay...here is round 2. Sorry, it took so long, I actually didn't realize how many responses there were. Thank you all. This is a lot of fun and I love seeing how warped (in a good way) this group is.
So without further ado...
On my first time outdoors, the wind wasn’t blowing up my frock heavily. Blowing around the crowd, cheering as areolas hardened. Innocent looks, guilty pleasure, always knowing how I would responding being aroused. Exciting rituals played well together. It/I always seem like sexual surprise when boobs appear from nowhere out. No kidding when they popped window had never ever tried to stick my tongue to your lip. Because honey coats everything in sticky goo causing nothing but excitement.
We never get anywhere watching through binoculars. It’s easier when people meet on pre-arranged gloryholes opening nights and facials. Huge load dripping the love seed again oozed from every hard cabbage core. Humphrey moaned squeakily mesmerized with her beauty forever. He dreams of touching voluptuous soft bosom hairs. Covered chocolate assortment gift-box wrapped delicately in legs covered with glitter. Snowflakes melted uncontrollably from cleavage heat, transforming into steam clouds floating like dream across reality. Hermione fucks behind. The red curtains stood out suddenly when Mrs. Petunia appears naked from partying. With sweat running down his inner thighs, smelling bad causing chafing along guidelines set apart. Widespread excitement when they indulged in coitus. A fuck up occurred whilst waiting for him to explode into oblivion. There wasn’t enough oil dripping from peachy curves. While licking her luscious pussy, slowly to bring Thunderlips orgasmic experiences never before experienced post-operatively. It’s odd how life could be gaping within your vulnerable panties. No regrets were tattooed on his neverminds. This was cattywompus not pussywompus which flatulated dependent upon the waxing moon and tides Saturday hangovers might lead to walks to florists.
So without further ado...
On my first time outdoors, the wind wasn’t blowing up my frock heavily. Blowing around the crowd, cheering as areolas hardened. Innocent looks, guilty pleasure, always knowing how I would responding being aroused. Exciting rituals played well together. It/I always seem like sexual surprise when boobs appear from nowhere out. No kidding when they popped window had never ever tried to stick my tongue to your lip. Because honey coats everything in sticky goo causing nothing but excitement.
We never get anywhere watching through binoculars. It’s easier when people meet on pre-arranged gloryholes opening nights and facials. Huge load dripping the love seed again oozed from every hard cabbage core. Humphrey moaned squeakily mesmerized with her beauty forever. He dreams of touching voluptuous soft bosom hairs. Covered chocolate assortment gift-box wrapped delicately in legs covered with glitter. Snowflakes melted uncontrollably from cleavage heat, transforming into steam clouds floating like dream across reality. Hermione fucks behind. The red curtains stood out suddenly when Mrs. Petunia appears naked from partying. With sweat running down his inner thighs, smelling bad causing chafing along guidelines set apart. Widespread excitement when they indulged in coitus. A fuck up occurred whilst waiting for him to explode into oblivion. There wasn’t enough oil dripping from peachy curves. While licking her luscious pussy, slowly to bring Thunderlips orgasmic experiences never before experienced post-operatively. It’s odd how life could be gaping within your vulnerable panties. No regrets were tattooed on his neverminds. This was cattywompus not pussywompus which flatulated dependent upon the waxing moon and tides Saturday hangovers might lead to walks to florists.
Haha I never use any so it's all good with me. I'm the queen of run on sentences. My college professor told me so.
Thank you for pulling the story together, I think you did a great job with the punctuation!
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