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!3JMxZ2DPhM 10/23/11(Sun)14:14 No.30821936>>30821894
Yep, think it got caught at the end of a thread, so I can repost it:
Your fingers run through her illustrious hair. She's still in her suit, bow tie and all, but none of that matters. Through her blouse, you grope at her soft flesh. Between moans, she tries to tell you that she needs to be on stage in fifteen minutes. Fuck that, she can skip tuning and all that just once. Your eyes stray as you spot a cello bow on the table next to you. As you pick it up, you push her down onto the table. As you plant your hand on her back, she asks you what you're doing, eyes filled with confusion. You give no answer as you slap the bow against her plump rear, encased in her tight dress pants. She cries in a mixture of pain and pleasure. As you hear the hint of delight in her voice, you spank her with the bow again. This time it's closer to a moan. You bring down the bow again and again, her body shaking with each impact. Before long, she's telling you to punish her harder. You can feel her tremble beneath your fingertips. You hear her scream without reserve as her entire body quakes. You look between her legs, and there's a hint of moisture there. Good thing the pants are black, or else the entire audience would notice. She flips around and embraces you, her hand fondling you between the legs. There's going to be an encore after the concert, but she's going to turn the tables on you. |
