I see you across a crowded room. Among all the others that are there, the lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then I have to have you for my own. Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I carry you through the door. Looking at you, I admire your body, your well-shaped legs and chest.Slowly, I remove what wraps around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove, exposing your tender white skin. From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits. The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts, then making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets of water cover your taut skin. My handsrub your body…….running them through the beads of water, making them trickle down off your body.I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready.I carry your still dripping body to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door. As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I. I put a little in, slowly at first, getting a feel for how much you can take in.I put in more; you take it willingly. In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it deeply as far as I can, until I can’t put any more in! You are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it, I make you hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue at first; your skin is so soft and tender.I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist, you taste so good. Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste. “Oh yes”, I say to you, “Thank goodness for Butterball turkey.”
Donna, was that stuffing even cooked yet?! —Not that I care what Pierre thinks; just wouldn’t want to see you spend Thanksgiving barfing unprepared stuffing!
Peabody-Martini over 11 years ago
Getting ahead of ourselves here, Donna?
Randy B Premium Member over 11 years ago
Put Donna in the oven!
runar over 11 years ago
I see you across a crowded room. Among all the others that are there, the lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then I have to have you for my own. Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I carry you through the door. Looking at you, I admire your body, your well-shaped legs and chest.Slowly, I remove what wraps around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove, exposing your tender white skin. From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits. The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts, then making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets of water cover your taut skin. My handsrub your body…….running them through the beads of water, making them trickle down off your body.I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready.I carry your still dripping body to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door. As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I. I put a little in, slowly at first, getting a feel for how much you can take in.I put in more; you take it willingly. In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it deeply as far as I can, until I can’t put any more in! You are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it, I make you hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue at first; your skin is so soft and tender.I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist, you taste so good. Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste. “Oh yes”, I say to you, “Thank goodness for Butterball turkey.”
Sisyphos over 11 years ago
Donna, was that stuffing even cooked yet?! —Not that I care what Pierre thinks; just wouldn’t want to see you spend Thanksgiving barfing unprepared stuffing!
el8 over 11 years ago
@runar: Ah, Thanksgiving erotica, I love it!
Possum Pete over 11 years ago
I wanted to stuff Donna. Too late again. :(
arsmall over 11 years ago
runar…wow…
I can’t believe they are having real Thanksgiving this year.
They usual have ramen noodles.
TheDOCTOR over 11 years ago
Hey wheres Pierre?Hes in the kitchen with Donna. Whats he doing?Hes stuffing the Bird. ……Yeah, that does sound nasty, but funny. ☺
RonBerg13 Premium Member over 11 years ago
Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Thanksgiving,Save your bread, save your bread,Shove it up a Turkey, shove it up a Turkey,Eat the Bird, eat the Bird!