Emotion In Motion: An Erotic Anthology - Plot & Excerpts
I started to say something to her, but once I realized that she was not merely sitting on my sofa, and her hands were in fact quite busy underneath her skirt, I dropped in to the nearest overstuffed chair to enjoy the show. At first I couldn’t see anything under her skirt. The soft material was moving back and forth with every motion of her hand. My mind filled in the missing visual; her fingers playing lightly across her neatly trimmed bush, dipping into her wet slit and rubbing across her swollen clit. There was a hitch in her breathing and she suddenly moved her legs apart. I was greeted with the perfect view of her playing with herself. I had been mistaken. Her slit was cleanly shaved, a sight that caused my cock to jump in appreciation. In her hand was a large dildo. As she thrust it in and pulled it out, it glistened with her juices. Every time the length of it was buried inside her she would moan and arch her back against the sofa. Her large breasts would rise and fall with each thrust. Her eyes were closed and a small smile played across her lips; her tongue would dart out every so often and run across her lips moistening them before she chewed on her bottom lip and moaned loudly.
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