New York City 100 Degrees And The Scorch Of The Hot Crotch

Once sneaking a lunchtime fondle burning parts
return visit to camouflaged amusement
isolated in the deemed pantheon of a narcissist
a ladies lavatory
fastening the stall
reeling against the back agitated unbuckling of slacks the girly glee massaging quickly the clitoris that throbbed to a swell
mutiny of three itchy fingers
glob with embrocation hard thumping a buttock balking
catching a naughty moan one hand employed tween the wet warmly soaked crotch
another sinking into her Brooks Brothers shirt
nestling a steady breast pinch to harden the halo
hurrying to alight
realizing she was still at work . . .

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