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Loosen any clothing, put your ear buds in, and close
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Your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your
time to release that in a woman as you listen
to my voice and fell the story moving over your
body as you enjoy tonight's show. The rain crashes down
on hands already ripping hair. The clouds threatened a storm
that she hopes would stay away for at least another hour.
She watches him dancing across the field as she does
every Saturday morning, the promise of so much pounding in
his young legs. Of course, soker had never been her idea.
It was his dad's, but then where was his dad?
As usual, all talk and finger pointing at Anne and
no actual substance. She cheered Johnny on, of course she did.
He was her son and she was proud of him
whatever he did, even if she didn't understand the rules
of the game. He was kicking the ball and he
seemed to be getting past every one else, So that
was good, right, She sure hoped so, because she was
cheering as loud as her lungs would allow. Seeing his
final strike at the ball and watching it majestically strike
the back of the net just filled her with so
much joy her chest felt like it might burst. Jumping
up and down on the spot, she didn't notice the
rain pouring down her face and shirt slipping as she
landed in the mud. She managed to save herself from
falling face first with an outstretched arm. However, the mud
did manage to cover her arm coat and shirt, despite
the mud, despite the rain, She was still gleefully unaware
when the whistle blew and the children filed off the
pitch towards the changing room. As the parents moved away
to find cover from the rain, knowing it would be
at least another hour of team showers and whatever else
they did in the den of their changing rooms, and
stood alone on the field. Turning her gaze met the
familiar brown eyes of her ex husband. Suddenly all her
relation was gone. His lips curled into a strained smile
that she had once found so sexy, but now it
just reminded her of the cruelty that lived behind that
fake smile. Did they win, he asked, his eyes tracing
the mud over her wet shirt. They did, and Johnny
scored the winning goal. She said, triumphantly. Oh good, tell
him I was here all the time, Chris. I'm not
getting dragged into your lines with Johnny. He was bad
enough when we were together, she responded, her mood dropping
as her anger rose. Without warning, his hand lashed out
and grabbed her hair tightly. You always were a selfish bitch.
Won't lie to Johnny, won't lie to the cops. So
he's about just you and your fucking morals, he bit out,
twisting her hair painfully, and from nowhere, a hand appeared
grabbing Chris's arms as a de voice said, let the
lady go. Chris snared as he turned to face the
young man that stood next to him, say nothing. He
just released his grip and walked away, spitting at the
ground as they both watched him return to his car. Eventually,
she simply said thanks to the young man, suddenly embarrassingly
aware of how messy she looked. She had actually tried
to dress up before the soccer game to day, but
now all her effort was gone, as she looked like
she'd been dragged across the field through the mud. I'm Jewles,
I run the Rising Stars program, the resonant voice echoed
through her body. His sparkling blue eyes bored into her.
Feeling a little overwhelmed by the intensity of the chemistry
that sparked between them, and could only whisper I'm an
Johnny's mum, a blush spreading over her body. You look
like you need to dry off. You know the kids
will be a while before they get out of the
changing room. Every word dripping with the promise of pleasure
as he spoke and just nodded in response, her mind
too confused to form coherent sentences. Following him across the fields,
he led them into a small room set away from
the grass. It seemed to be some sort of office.
Come therapy room. Is this your office? She managed, watching
him move behind her in the full length mirror on
the wall. Yeah, and I do physio for the club
when it's needed, he whispered in her ear. From behind
her does his hand slid her coat off her shoulder,
the heat of his body pressed against hers through her
wet clothes, his breath seeming to caress Ann's neck, sending
a shudder of long forgotten anticipation through her body. Without
moving his head, his breath seemed to develop a mind
of his own, caressing the nape of her neck, immersed
in the pleasure of his distant caress. Her eyes closed
of their own accord, hiding the sensations moving through her nerves.
As his fingertips slide her coat down her arms, a
torrent of goosebumps are rubbed from behind his touch, trying
to resist the desire already flaming in her core and
bowls a hand into fists. His fingers discovered the soft
flesh on the inside of her forearms, slowly moving lower,
and can only bite her bottom lip to suppress a moan.
She never realized her skins could be so sensitive, the
combination of the chill from the earlier rain and the
sensuously warm touch of his fingers forcing her desire higher feeling,
the weight of her coat dropped from her body, Anne
shivered as a kiss of breeze pressed against the wet
material of her shirt, the mud making it cling tighter
to her breast. She dared not.
Speaker 2: Open her eyes, as it might only confirmed how erect
her nipples were, the sensation swirling inside her firm knobs
only betraying the ape between her thighs. As he opened
his lips to whisper again, the caress of his breath
feawling images of just where Anne needs his lips to be.
Right now, I have a washer oute back for my kit.
Let me take your shirt and wash it so we'll
be clean for when Johnny is done. That voice resonates
through Anne's body. Oblivious to the words, Anne can only
nod enthusiastically at the fantasies running through her mind right
now with a firm gentleness, his fingers slide through the
buttons in her shirt, a brief sensation of her shirt
tightening as he slowly maneuvers each button and then relaxing,
forcing her nip to grow hard under the shirt, stinging
kiss bolts of electricity shoot from her nipples down her abdomen,
finding the beating pulse of her desire with disconcerting ease,
each and every button is painfully and slowly released, each
and every button sending more and more bolts of pleasure
through a body already and can fill the gentle clutching
inside her with the anticipation of the pleasure she might enjoy.
As he gently slides a damn shirt over her skin,
the trail of it causing a wave of trembling delight
to move up and down her body, her naked flesh
tingling at this cool air, kissing every inn as his
fingers move the soft material down her body. Her teeth
bite a little harder into her bottom lip as she
feels his fingertips dance over the soft flesh of her breast,
tracing her gentle curves through the lace of her braw
The desire burning so intensely. Her core muscles tense and
release in desperate need, The muscles in her thighs tensing
as if trying to control the wet ache that teases
between her thighs, her whole body tensing in expectant desire
as his fingers guide the damn shirt down her back,
forcing her spine to arch. As the cold caress moves
over the small of her back, his fingers just seem
to linger there in response to her obvious ache. As
a shirt falls from her body, only the lace of
her brow covering her rebellious nipples, which, despite her best efforts,
just seemed to pulse with need, a need she fills
deep within her core. The cool air embracing her almost
naked torso, the sudden onstalt of intense sensations forcing a
whimper from her lips. He felt so close, but somehow
he now felt physically closer. The hard pressure on the
smaller her back as he slides his fingers through the
waistband of her genes creating a new focus for her imagination.
She is completely oblivious as her geneans are loosened, her
mind completely focused on the throbbing erect cock pulsing against
her back. Without thinking, she steps out of her genes
as they become a crumpled pile around her ankles, leaving
her thighs parted in a welcome invitation for his beautifully
strong fingers to explore deeper more intimately. The cool breeze
seems to find itself along the inside of her thighs,
gently kissing at the soft material of her panties, sending
a tremble of desire along her folds, her thighs tensing
tightly as his fingertips move along the edge of her panties,
sliding just a little inside the material, slowly, artfully moving
along her outer false the teasing sensation forcing Anne to
push her head back against his shoulder, resting on him
as a trembling in her pussy grows, pressing her ass
back against his hard cock in desperate need. The sensation
of his firm length moving between her cheeks, so painfully delightful,
so agonizingly enticing, a gentle rumble pulses through his chest,
resonating against Anne's back. She can picture his cock sliding
between her cheeks and her mind, every delicious inch sliding
up and down so agonizingly slowly, despite his fingers either
side of her panties, caressing the entire length of her folds,
the dampness of her feminine desire, caressing the inside of
her thighs, almost as if she could fill his warm,
damp lips, caressing the inside of her thighs, his teeth
biting gently, stingingly on the soft flesh, the heat moving
higher through her body desperately and moves against his fingers,
trying to wield them inside a aching pussy. Despite his
obvious need, he resists her attempts, continuing to massage her
folds gently, even when his fingers discover her clip, gently
sliding his hood back to expose to the breeze, forcing
a moan from man's lips. He continues to cress gently
around it, somehow hinting at the pleasure that is to come,
forcing it higher, intensifying it. Anne's body tight with urgent need.
Sliding his fingers back down the length of her fonts, caressing, teasing,
he massages that spot at the back of her pussy firmly,
creating a new wave of clutching to explode in Anne's
pussy before he slices his fingers back up, pressing ever
so lightly just inside a pussy, just on the edge
of her need, and when he explores her clit again,
it is positively burning with need, swollen and aching the
caress of his finger tip over her sensitive nub, sending
an avalanche of pleasure through her body. Her whole body
tenses with the sensations flooding through her. Lazily, his fingertip
circles her clip, occasionally brushing over it, each caress, accentuating
the pleasure in her body. As he rubs her cleat
between his forefinger and thumb, the delightful sting of desire
shoots through her, a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure
which Anne hasn't experienced before. Sliding his fingers slowly down
her pussy, he finally pushes his fingers deep inside her
welcoming lips, the very tip of his fingers massaging the
walls of her pussy, defining firm circles as he touches
at one spot her desperate desire or torrent of need,
and places her hands either side of the mirror, pressing
against the wall, pushing firmly against his cock that she
knows must need satisfaction as much as her pussy does
right now, feeling his hands move slowly over the globes
of her ass, massaging them firmly as her tips of
his trembling cock pushes slowly along her folds, achingly close
to where Anne needs it to be. She watches him
in the mirror, his gaze intense with need as he
slowly thrusts inside her. At last, Anne's lips stretch around
his girth, feeling them slide along his length as he
thrusts slowly and deeply inside her, the head of his
cock pushing along the walls of her pussy, intensifying the
sensations already inside her. She can do little else but
moan loudly, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that has
been tormenting her. Every throbbing need in her body intensifies.
His hand slide up her naked back, gripping her shoulders tightly,
pulling her back on her every thrust as he pushes
deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Watching the burning intensity
and his eyes growing as he thrusts into a wet,
needy haven accentuates a pleasure growing in Anne. His chest
presses lightly along her back, and his hands grasp her breast,
pinching her nipples roughly between finger and thumb as the
thrust of his cock intensifies. Transfixed by his face, watching
the movements of pleasure move over his face in the mirror,
and pushes back against him, willing every thrust deeper. Dropping
a hand from the wall, she slides it between her thighs,
pushing her clit against its hard cock, every thrust of
his cock pushing intensely along her cliit as he fucks
her deeper and deeper, harder and harder, and tries to
control the orgasm rising through a body, Moaning loudly as
she tries to resist the hearth to just let it explode,
as she feels him tense against her, his face gripped
him pleasure as he growls, his body shaking as his
warm stream of comet erubs in her pussy. She feels
her own body clutching wildly at him desperately. As her
orchasm finally explodes through a body. Pulling out, he turns
her quickly, seating her on his desk as he drops
to his knees, lifting Anne's legs over his shoulders as
he hungry flicks at her pussy, sucking her still throbbing
clt biting it, dragging it between his tongue and teeth,
Watching him in the mirror, eating her pussy like a
voracious animal. Her orgasm continues to grow, intensifying with every
touch of his lip, his mouth, his teeth, and clutches
at his hair as she rocks her pussy against him,
the stubble on his chin now forcing new sensations through
a body. Her legs tighten on his shoulders, pulling him
hard against her needy folds. As her orgasm explodes through
her body again, trembling from head to toe with a
wave of pleasure, she cries out in satisfaction. Closing her eyes,
she can only gasp at the whirlwind of orgasm moving
up and down her body. It might have been just
minutes that passed, maybe longer. Before she opened her eyes again.
Jewles repeated the question, so shall we wash your clothes
as he held her gaze in the mirror, his hands
resting protectively on her shoulders. Although waking from her fantasy,
she could still feel the desire trembling through a body.
Coily smiling at Jules in the mirror, and whispers only
if you help me get out of them. So I
hope you've enjoyed that, that little, dirty little story. That's
dirty little story. That's what we need. But until then,
and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil
in Wild wishing you selacious dreams.
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