i saw tess, an old friend, yesterday morning. we hit it off, decided to meet each other for a cup of coffee later. she gave me her number, i gave her mine. she'd call me, i'd pick the phone up.
it burned my lips: the coffee like magma. tess laughed as i stuck my tongue out and shook my hands around, thinking it might help deter the momentary pain. it then subsided and i could see the glimmer of laughter in her eyes. that moment i saw tess in some way i'd never seen before. her hair, charcoal colored, came to her face, she swept it back with delicate fingers, and her smile soon fading... lips now pursed.
it was late, she said, but tess didn't want to go anywhere. neither did i.
my pussy is cumming. her mouth suckling it almost as if it were her sustenance. we ****** each other till we both were wet and tired.
