Her frizzy, black hair surrounding her cute little face with dark eyes reminded me of a harem girl waiting for her master to beckon her for a night of pleasures.Her frizzy, black hair surrounding her cute little face with dark eyes reminded me of a harem girl waiting for her master to beckon her for a night of pleasures. Her pert, firm breasts touted continuously erect nipples, as if always in a state of excitement. She always used to wear Danskin tops that made men constantly notice her for her small, beautifully sculptured torso and, of course, tight jeans that completed the sloping curves of her perfect, petite form. My mind became crystal clear and my imagery of her was complete. I saw her nakedness and anxious attitude at one time. An overwhelming combination of vision and feeling overtook me and my hand moved easily about my now stiffened cock. I remembered the feeling of being in her and the beckoning from her for more. She reminded me of a rabbit; hopping around for the most advantageous position for penetration. My hand surrounded my engorged member and slowly, softly moved upon it's length. I opened my hand so the flat of my palm pressed upon the silky skin. I moved my hand up and down and side to side causing the blood that filled my dick to pulse and course through the large veins that now bulged around the exterior of my love machine. I again glimpsed a picture of Liz laying spread-eagled on a bed, calling me to come to her and fill her cunt with my hungry cock. |