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(844-332-2639) ext 239

Fawking Skin Hunger…..A thin blue curtain, the kind they used to separate space in banquet halls and exhibition venues, was all that separated us from the main area.  The smell of sex hung heavy in the air.  Aldo was balls deep in my wet, willing and betraying cunt.  My crop top pushed high above my tits.  His buttoned collared shirt open.  Skin against skin.  I fought to muffle my moans by biting his muscular shoulder.  I was suspended, powerless, as he moved me up and down his long crooked cock; my ass cupped in his strong hands, fingers deeply bruising my ass.

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Bareback his crooked cock filled me.  I was hungry for this, for him yet cognitive of the fact, this adventure would no doubt require a trip to the clinic.  All it took was a kiss, one, deep passionate kiss, and he lead me behind the curtain in that busy convention center.  My wicked mind and body betrayed me.  I had swore off Aldo, and his Alpha male swagger.  It mystifies me how in just one kiss, one taste, my skin hungered for his rough touch.  The long list of reasons why this was a bad idea was out the window.  In one swoop my work khakis were laying on the convention floor with just this stupid curtain shielding us from literally dozens of people seeing us.

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I am no prude but sex in public, especially while working is never a good idea.  For those moments, my skin hunger for Aldo was so overpowering, I could not say no.  I was completely powerless.  Our sweaty skin touching, the friction, the heat, OMG, my pussy gets wet just remembering it, remembering him.  The man I swore I would never fawk again even if he were the last man on earth.   Fawk, Fawk Fawk, I fawked that man whore Aldo, with his dirty, DJ, crooked dick, that has plugged half my town again

Fawking Skin Hunger…..What’s the number to the clinic?

Dirty Thigh Claire;

(844-332-2639) ext 239