Magnolia Mus Musculus

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Published: March 3rd 2013

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Magnolia  by  Mus Musculus

Magnolia by Mus Musculus
March 3rd 2013 | ebook | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, talking book, mp3, RTF | | ISBN: | 10.66 Mb

Slowly she slid closer and snaked her left arm around my waist. With her tussled hair touching my neck I held my head straight for the road, momentarily delighted by the sense of a tingling sensation of chubby fingers groping my backside. SheMoreSlowly she slid closer and snaked her left arm around my waist.

With her tussled hair touching my neck I held my head straight for the road, momentarily delighted by the sense of a tingling sensation of chubby fingers groping my backside. She stretched. To do so she had to shift her bulk at a precarious angle. I moved my butt some more to ease her effort.

She stretched out some more, her juvenile, soft breasts pushing apart around my arm, their warmth spreading into mine. My carnal register chimed an angelic bell.Thats when the truck took a hit to the right front wheel and she was jolted from her seat. Desperate for a hold, and not unlike a full sack of flour ready for the mill (not a bad comparison), Magnolia clumsily fell over to my side. Out of her mouth sprang a note not unlike that of a flutes high C, or more apt the squeal from a piglet in distress. Her right hand fingers extended came racing headlong down the mountain like an Olympic luge careening into my lap, on top of my shorts, on top on my genitals, clamping shut for support.

It was an anvil dropped. I pushed the brake through the floor held on hard to the steering wheel and watched the sun explode.When the world outside returned to its natural colors an awareness was coming onto me as I imagined likewise to her. For the moment she made no effort to resolve the position of her hands.

In order to sit upright she had to push off but didnt. Time stood still.The dark-blue giant raised an eyebrow.She sat leaning her head against my shoulder like wanting to burrow in hiding her face. Her hand no doubt was sensing something that could not be alien to her. My swelling, rapidly growing, was being telegraphed from under the cotton into the tactile tips of her fingers, into her hand, up along her arm, up to her neck and into her pea-sized brain.

Most decidedly no doubt reversing and hurrying south to the portal of her untested love-canal, moistening its sides, sparking off a fortuitous titillation that warmed and heralded an awareness of desire, prohibited, for the time being.It was the animal in all of us.Why else would she hold on so tight unless to hold onto a fleeting moment of adolescent uncertainty. Suddenly her breath got noticeable shorter. It seemed she was lowering her head. Leaning back, giving way.

I let my eyes half close.A humid-laden wind drifted into the cabin. As if to keep us company it spread out all over our bodies drawing out the moisture from our skins as if to weaken our resistance.I could not help being directed by my erection to the tortured currents catapulting from all directions into my brain, that lifting me up lost me in throes no longer mine to control.

In a moment my arm would be reaching out for her. Her head forced into my lap. Her sweat-soaked face used to wipe away the hanky, her fleshy lips parted open, pushed out of the way for me to burst in and to lodge myself in the moist cavity of her young, virgin mouth, holding her head in a vice grip, driving forward, down into the hollow of her throat, letting her choke on her own belched saliva and bursting tears, commanding her to drink down the cresting tsunami.



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