Steam 2 - The Husbands Cut
Steamy midnight air...thick with humidity followed her in.
N' leans is hot this time of year.
As whiskey ages there is a natural evaporation from the oak cask, it's called the Devil's Cut.
I'm no devil, but she's no angel.
How long is two hours, that depends on where you wife is.
She stood before me, I'm sure she'd knelt across town.
With demure nipples the blouse would have been revealing, they were neither soft or demure.
The scruncy was gone, I think the 1980's expression was "just fucked hair".
Without her heels she was 3 inches shorter, without the blouse and skirt she was almost naked.
My erection had weaned in the last few hours, I was fine now.
Most of the smokey eye shadow was on the back of her hand,
Her lips Quivered, the blood red lipstick was perfect.
A half pirouette, for the second time tonight high cut panties slid over her shapely bottom.
To be surprised would have been naive.
How many...ten she said, he had made her count...because he wanted to she said.
And then I asked ?
He had used her as though she were a boy she said, her last virginity.
She said it hurt, she said she cried.
Now she wanted to be on top, she wanted me to be gentle.
Not tonight.
Dplover