Georgina's June

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Happenings

"And then, one fairy night, May became June."

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~   F. Scott Fitzgerald

                                        The Beautiful and Damned

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Taste the forbidden fruit . . .

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Temple June Special

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The Sounds of Summer

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Call me this month and receive an erotic short audio

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Cuckold

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Voyeur

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You Steal My Panties

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You Steal My Panties

You steal them don’t you?

You wait until you think I’m asleep and then you creep quietly to my dressing room.

Heart pounding, so quiet, trying to be, damn those floorboards, until you reach that basket full of treasures.

Catching your breath, you lift the wicker lid and let it slip carefully to the floor, my magical basket, a snake charmer’s basket, and I see one hand go to your cock in tribute as your other hand plunges in slowly, feeling for those scraps of silk, cotton, satin and lace slipping against your hand as your fingers search with the sensitivity of a bomb disposal expert for the special places which hold that soft wet heat between my legs.

But you mustn’t linger.

This will happen when I go out, that’s when you treat yourself to a full examination holding each pair up to the light, to your nose, wrapping your favourites around your cock as you cum deep and hard, stroking furiously. When I sleep you must be quick and seek the fresh pair, the ones I wore this evening, not quite dry, those precious white marks.

Here they are . . . black silk satin thong panties, you knew which ones they were. That careful assessment of my lingerie drawers . . . you think I don’t know.

What do you do? Hold them to your nose . . . first.

Reverently inhale.

Goddess scent. Woman scent. My scent. It’s delectable. Edible. Then you lick. Long, slow licks. Not too much, just a taste.

But what is this . . . ? Instead of the usual snatch and grab, followed by frantic stroking, no . . . you’re doing something else, you’re putting them on!

Bad boy. I stifle my laughter and slight rage, I will get you for this, and I watch as you rapidly drop your pants, of course you are commando, and you slip into them, stretching them out as you nestle that tiny cup of black satin over your tight balls. The expression of shame and pride on your face as you look at yourself in the mirror as you stroke is a delight to me, although you will be punished . . . yes, you will.

I sit up quietly in bed as, eyes closed, you start to deliver those short strokes.

I think you want to be caught.

I clap my hands and you freeze.

“Come here . . . now.”

“Give them to me.”

You stammer denial as you almost fall out of them and stumble towards me, hand outstretched with those little black panties, and your cock still hard.

You will regret this . . . I promise you.

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Georgina

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