Recent Blog: HORNY SPANISH FLIES - HORNYSPANISHFLIES whisper in her ear as my hands touch the warm flesh of her chest, fingers nimbly manipulating the buttons, one by one, starting at the top, opening her to me. As I pass the fourth button, I brush my lips against hers in a fleeting kiss, then brush them along her cheek, slowly around and down her neck. Her silky skin is warm and soft against my lips, a trace of heavenly scent gives just a hint of vanilla, clean and fresh and pure.
Her hair has escaped its pins, strands of it seductively carressing her shoulders. I've reached her skirt, and she gasps as I pull her blouse up and out to gain access to the last buttons. I slide the soft silk over her shoulders, pushing it down over her arms and tossing the blouse to land on her purse in the chair.
