Mastication

Neville

Mastication

 

His shirt swallowed her

And as he watched her masticated

She smiled and took a selfie for all her exe’s

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2021 02:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • orchidee

    Have to chew this one over, N. heehee.

    • Neville



      ...................................... Good on ya Orchidee 🙂

    • Fay Slimm.

      An over-large shirt can make all the difference to female adroitness - hence the selfie-need eh ? -- such a tease the way your three liner leads to more curiosity about the whole scene - - great stuff agen Nev...............x

      • Neville



        .................. Thanks again our Fay .. there is a more risqué version in the making .. maybe ........... x

      • dusk arising

        Post mastication he devoured her essence feeling the cotton wool thrust of butterfly wings in his solar plexus.

        There is something sexier, than any posed or contrived image of woman, which happens when, post-coital, she is wearing only her lovers shirt.

        • Neville



          Thank you kindly for the contribution you have just made to this page and for sharing that amazing insight we both also share .................. cheers sir n truly

          Neville

        • Trenz Pruca

          Loved it.

          • Neville



            ................................... Bless ya ..

          • FredPeyer

            I am amazed how you can conjure up a multitude of feelings and images with only three lines! Kudos!

            • Neville



              ... Right said Ned, cheers Fred .............. Neville

            • Jerry Reynolds

              Fantastic, Nelville. Love it.

              • Neville



                ........................... How very bloomin kind of ya Jerry .. Many thank you's indeed .. Neville



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