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It was your birthday and I didn’t have anything to give you. I’d searched every online shopping site I could find and nothing suitable was listed. I decided I’d give you a present like no other you ever had, a single perfect moment.While you were at work I spent the morning making sure I was absolutely at my best. I trimmed my landing strip, shaved my lips, and waxed my legs. I rubbed lotion into every inch of my body so I’d be slippery, sensual, and perfumed. I knew just how to make you want me, how to make your brains run out your ears, and all before you’d even kissed me. I was determined I was going to give you a timeless moment you’d never forget.I checked my watch and laid out my new secret weapon, a dark blue polka dot dress with silver moons on it. It pretended to be some kind of summer dress, that stopped just above my knees. The fabric was light enough to swish and heavy enough that you can’t see through it. I knew just how to make damn sure you’d be fighting the urge to rip it off my body. I slipped on another surprise, a matching blue velvet thong with a silver moon right in the middle kaçak iddaa of my mound.When you came home I gave you a big warm kiss on the lips, took you gently by the hand and led you to a comfortable chair without any arms. I loved the way you looked in that beautiful blue blouse which suggested but never displayed the curves hidden under it, gorgeous dark blue jeans that hugged your ass and made your legs look amazing, and those brown ankle boots that made you look taller. I kissed you again pressing my body against you, slowly pressing you onto the chair. With a soft little whoosh you were fully seated and I could begin to give you my gift.I know you like to watch me move, so I stepped back from you, evaded your grip so I could properly dance. I swished my hips from side to side, which made the dress flap, giving you a hint of bare thigh. I heard you squirm in the chair. Your eyes followed me, a hungry light flashing in them.I piled my hair on top of my head, rolled my body into a slow wave and purred at you. Your hands slid along your knees, your tongue lolled out of the corner of your mouth, kaçak bahis and you growled.I let my hair fall like a waterfall, my face hidden behind the softly scented curtain. I rolled my hips and groaned wantonly at you. I heard you slam your hands, palm down on your thighs; my little dance made you want me all too clearly. I rolled my shoulders and my tits bounced under the dress. The fabric bunched and moved with me; it advertised I wasn’t wearing a bra under the dress. I heard you gasp in pleased surprise. My fingers flowed down my body, cupped and kneaded my breasts through the fabric of the dress. My stiff nipples poked against the fabric, betraying there was only the thin material of the dress that kept my body concealed.I heard you smack your lips together. You writhed in the chair your desire to take me etched on your face. I looked you in the eyes, pulled my nipples and moaned with lust. Your nostrils flared, as the scent of me reached you. Perfume, body oil and something more primal, every rotation of my hips wafted this special scent in the air. It grew stronger and pressed hard on your illegal bahis libido. Your self-control was being tested severely, your fingers itched to touch me.I spun away and as I spun the dress flared outwards, followed the momentum of my spin and revealed that I was wearing a tiny thong. You gaped in wonder. I never wore thongs and the sight of it made you drool with lust.I dropped my hands to my knees and slowly ran my nails up my thighs. The dress was pushed upwards, providing you with a good clear look at the lovely surprise. You ran your fingers through your hair and flicked it back over your shoulder. It showed your sheer arousal and kept your hands busy.I looked you directly in the eyes, slapped my velvet-covered puss, and wailed with the sheer horny need for you to take me. You curled your fingers in your hair and fought to control yourself. I could see your nipples as they made their presence known, their lovely little tips visible through the blouse.Your face flushed, you rubbed your thighs together, your desire to ravish me filling your face.I knew I’d teased you more than enough to make sure you’d welcome any invitation I would make, without any delay. I slowly walked towards you. At each step I rolled my hips, making my breasts bounce visibly under the fabric that failed to conceal them.
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