Slowly, my finger drifted to find my sweet pearl and I started with a tap. ![]() I pulled my panties down to mid-thigh and massaged my inner thigh as I licked my lips, imagining I was being kissed. I had the music nice and low, as I lay in my bed. I planned to pleasure myself as soon as I was done eating and drinking that bottle of wine. When I arrived home, I took a nice shower and dressed in a loose-fitted tank and some undies. I planned to stop for some Caribbean food, a bottle of wine, and some chocolate cookies and then head home. I was in my office, going over designs well after quitting time when my stomach reminded me that I needed food, so finally, I headed out. My mother had always said, “When a man wants you, he makes an effort to be in your life.” And since his effort had faded, I used my escape, which was working out and working. I said I wanted to hook up with Mario, but his messages sort of trailed off and if there was one thing I wasn’t EVER going to do, that was run behind a man. Harris, I found myself back on pace to undergo another long drought. ![]() ![]() Two weeks after that redeye to Boston and getting dicked down in the best way by Mr.
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