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Hands have always turned me on. When an attractive man finds himself in my trap, I always happen to take a glance down. You would think that I’m checking out your cock size. But in reality, I think to see the tops of your hands bulge with their worked veins. With the hands of a hungry man, there are so many possibilities of where they might end up.
I close my eyes and daydream of your drop fingers gripping every part of me. Until you hear me moan how much I love the warm sensation creeping up all around me. You dare me to leave your grasp when I try to pull away. Gripping your sexy fucking hands harder on me. Pushing and pulling my hips to hump you like the little fucking whore I am.
Normally when people mention looking glass they are talking about about one’s own self reflection. When I talk about the looking glass I am talking about my reflection from mirrors. Sometimes even windows and doors, anything that shows my reflection. I often find myself looking through the glass just to check my self out. The way I look at it is you can stare so I can too. And hey I do not blame you, like look at how good look. I can’t even stop looking at my sexy body.
Having a sleep over with your girlfriends are always fun. Having a sleep over with this guy you’ve been trying to get with for the past four years is even better. Something about him is so irresistible, first time I ever met him my panties got all wet. Dear lord this guy had the most mesmerizing blue eyes and a body that made me weak in my knees anytime he’d come around.
Everything is about preference, everyone has a different one. Some like it rough, some fast. Others slow, some late at night. What goes with preference is perspective. Maybe what is fun and outgoing to you is scary and stupid to others. However, Me? I like bondage, I like it rough. Well actually I like a little bit of everything. Also, the quickest way to get my pussy soaking wet and make me want to attack you like a wild animal, ripping off all your clothing is to grab me by my throat. Don’t be scared either it has to be a nice strong grip squeezing me just right as I slowly loose my ability to breathe.