She could feel the sweat on her forehead . . . .
Between her breasts . . . . And,
trickling down the small of her back . . . .
She was getting near to the end.
He was in ecstasy . . . . with a huge smile
on his face as his wife moved . . .
Forwards then backwards.
Forward then backward.
Again . . . . and, again . . . .
Her heart was pounding now . . . .
Her face was flushed . . . .
She moaned . . . . softly at first, then began
to groan louder . . . .
Finally . . . . totally exhausted . . . . she
let out a piercing scream . . . .
She shouted:
"OK, OK, you smug bastard, I can't parallel park. You do it
She shouted:
"OK, OK, you smug bastard, I can't parallel park. You do it
Stolen from Odie
1 comment:
Perfect! Sending it around to several women I know.
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