Monday 22 August 2011

(a fap)

Opening the magazine to a convenient brunette inside. With her unobtrusive makeup. And her finger in her mouth.
Six or so pages of her poses in a mocking striptease.
A tight top wrinkled up. To reveal the breasts tender-nippled. And o her thighs.
And the nightclub lads, sweaty and excited, are shouting me on.
Because she has the thing jumping in her palm. And is applying the mouth. As if to cop a sudden blow. Relentlessly plugging away at the cock. Like so much dead unfeeling flesh.
And when the strip is semi-complete, not yet centre-spread or spread-eagled. Unexpectedly intense. Four or five shoots or dribbles of cum. A wave to ride on.
And the lad's voices are howling the completion. And the glitter-faced girls in the girl bands smile. In red excitement.
(Meanwhile, the Buster Gang are planning a bank raid.)

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