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The Sexual Adventures of an Invisible Man
The Sexual Adventures of an Invisible Man
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Today the invisible man has found a curvy young blonde at the grocery store. Everything about her turns him on, and he has to know what she gets up to when she thinks she's all alone. He won't be disappointed. And neither will she.
An excerpt from this 4800 word story:
I watch as she unbuckles her belt and slips her jeans off. Her ass is just like her tits, a nice full piece of work with just enough jiggle. If I thought it had looked good while her jeans held it into that amazing shape that only jeans can hold an ass in, it blew my mind now, and I felt my member surge with desire for her again.
She kicks her shoes off as the pants come over her feet, taking her socks with them.
The bra is next.
Oh.
My.
God.
Those nipples are proof of divinity. The size of silver dollar pancakes, with slightly erect little tips. Light brown, dark red. Puffy. I wet my lips, my mouth suddenly full of saliva.
She spends a few moments now playing with her nipples, tracing her fingers around the areolas briefly, and pinching the tips ever so lightly. My breath catches in my throat. This is too good to be true. She’s working herself up. This doesn’t happen often enough for me. Sneaking into a woman’s bedroom and watching her in these little private moments is usually all there is, but every now and then, this happens, and it’s a recipe for a perfect day.
She bites her bottom lip a little and starts off towards the bathroom.
An excerpt from this 4800 word story:
I watch as she unbuckles her belt and slips her jeans off. Her ass is just like her tits, a nice full piece of work with just enough jiggle. If I thought it had looked good while her jeans held it into that amazing shape that only jeans can hold an ass in, it blew my mind now, and I felt my member surge with desire for her again.
She kicks her shoes off as the pants come over her feet, taking her socks with them.
The bra is next.
Oh.
My.
God.
Those nipples are proof of divinity. The size of silver dollar pancakes, with slightly erect little tips. Light brown, dark red. Puffy. I wet my lips, my mouth suddenly full of saliva.
She spends a few moments now playing with her nipples, tracing her fingers around the areolas briefly, and pinching the tips ever so lightly. My breath catches in my throat. This is too good to be true. She’s working herself up. This doesn’t happen often enough for me. Sneaking into a woman’s bedroom and watching her in these little private moments is usually all there is, but every now and then, this happens, and it’s a recipe for a perfect day.
She bites her bottom lip a little and starts off towards the bathroom.
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