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PIssy Publicist

... the back of the restaurant. What a magnificent ass! She turns, casts a glance over her shoulder, and smiles. My god, the heat and lust in her expression, I imagine all the nations in the world going to war for a moment with this woman… and… she’s mine! I toss my tablet and jacket on the bar and scramble off my stool to follow. As I round the corner, I see a door flap shut and hurry to it. ‘Ladies Room’ is painted in big gold letters. I look and no one is around. But is Eve alone in there? God damn! I’m so fucking hard I don’t care and go inside. She’s waiting, leaning against the counter of the double sink ten feet away. Her panties are dangling from one hand. When she sees me, she hops up on the marble top, grins, and opens her arms, “I want you now, my love!” I charge, grab her shoulders and kiss her hard. Her long legs spread wide, wrap around and clamp my waist. The heat from her pussy flares against my crotch. I strip off my t-shirt while she frantically zips down my pants and pulls my belt free. My dick springs free of my shorts and strikes my stomach with an audible smack. Eve gasps and blurts, “It’s even bigger in person!!” I’m bursting with lust, grabbing her breasts, twisting her nipples so hard she moans and then yelps. She grabs my cock two-handed like a baseball bat and whispers, “I’ve wanted to grip that monster for months.” “Jesus God,” escapes my lips as she pulls the head of my cock toward her hot wet pussy. I’ve seen every bit of her taut body from her ...

... toes, to her flat stomach and soft, natural breasts but never higher than her upper lip. For the first time, her startling green eyes are now inches from mine. As I push the head of my cock inside, her eyes go wide, and she gasps. My flesh feels on fire and I try to press further but she puts both hands on my chest, stopping me. “Darling!” Then she laughs, a sound like silver bells. “Slowly, sweetie. We’ve waited sooo long.” Seeing I was in control again, she searches my face. I can only hope the smile on her face means she is pleased, sees a masculine jaw and that the blue eyes staring back are as bright as I claimed. She slowly trails her fingernails down my chest, and then below, outlining each lobe of the six-pack abs I work so hard to perfect for our cam sessions. I’m shivering from this light contact, now almost completely distracted from the throbbing between my legs. For months I wanted to meet this woman, talk to her in person, make love to her. I want this to be a time we remember forever. I relax my pressure between her legs, lean over to kiss her, then stutter, “Yes, y…y…yes, slowly.” My chest is heaving. I want this to be her fantasy as much as mine. I trace my fingers around her hard nipples and she moans. “Like that, yes, just like we talked. Mmmmm.” The lust in her voice makes the pulse in my cock throb even harder and I stumble forward. She grasps my cock again in one hand to stop me, looks down realizing she can’t fully encircle it, giggles, “You told me but I ...