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By *eddy004 OP Man 22 weeks ago
Toy Town |
Max pulled the silk pants from his pocket, holding them up to the light. They were a deep, midnight blue, the fabric clinging and flowing like liquid. His gaze drifted over them, a slow smile spreading across his face. The smooth material, once pristine, now bore the unmistakable evidence of their passionate encounter. A slightly darker patch adorned the crotch, a testament to his enthusiastic contribution to her wardrobe. He chuckled softly, the faint scent of her perfume mingling with his own arousal.
He thought back to the roadside, the way she'd moved, the sounds she'd made. The image of her, flushed and breathless, filled his mind. His thoughts drifted further, imagining her completely naked. He pictured her full breasts, the dusky pink nipples hard and erect, begging to be kissed. He remembered the curve of her hips, the way her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to the triangle of dark curls he'd glimpsed before. His fingers traced the line of her legs in his mind, long and slender, imagining the feel of her smooth skin against his. He thought of her pussy lips, cherry pink and swollen, coated in his juice. He imagined the taste of her, sweet and salty. The thought made his cock twitch in his pants. He imagined her backside, round and pert. He remembered how the material of her skirt strained as she bent over. He wondered what her arsehole looked like. Would it be pink and tight, or dark and inviting? He imagined the feel of it stretching around his cock. His cock pulsed at the thought. He knew he had to have her again. He wanted to explore every inch of her body, to taste her, to possess her completely. The pants in his hand felt like a promise, a tangible reminder of the pleasure they'd shared and a tantalizing glimpse of the delights to come.
The pressure in Max's trousers intensified, the insistent twitching growing into a full-blown swollen ache. He couldn't ignore it any longer. With a sigh of anticipation, he unfastened his pants, his cock springing free, thick and hard. He looked down at it, admiration in his eyes. "Perfect," he murmured, "a perfect hook for Isabelle's pants." He held the silk fabric up, pulling it over his erect member. The smooth material felt exquisite against his skin, the lingering scent of her perfume a potent aphrodisiac. He imagined her touching him, her hands caressing him as she had before, her lips closing around him in a hot, wet kiss. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through him, making him pulse even harder. He closed his eyes, lost in the fantasy, the silk of her pants a tangible connection to the woman who had ignited such a fire within him. |
