Archive for December 15th, 2011
While she hung her jacket up in the closet, I had a complete view of the back of her entirely naked body. Her thick, lush hair ran halfway down her back, swaying against her perfect light brown skin as she struggled with the closet door. Never in my life had I seen such a perfect ass (not that I had seen any type of ass before – except maybe in the odd strip club). However, her ass was perfectly proportioned to the rest of body. Her tanned legs looked incredibly smooth and ran as long as a fire pole up to her taut behind. As my eyes tried to work with my memory to save the image of her indefinitely, she turned around…
Grace remembered walking into the closet with Mark Anthony like it was yesterday. The closet had been pitch black. She stood there doing nothing, hearing the sound of a zipper being lowered. Black’s hand touched her arm. She flinched away from his touch, but calmed herself and let his hand run down to her wrist. He brought her hand over to his crotch and she wrapped her gloved fingers around something as thick as a toddler’s arm. “What the hell is that?” she asked. Black remained silent. She ran her fingers up to the end. “There’s no way,” she whispered, letting her hands run from a penis head the size of a small apple down the base of his shaft more then a foot from the tip…