A visit to the art museum
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I was long overdue for a visit to the art museum, so my lover and I decided to take an afternoon and take a nice, leisurely stroll through. It was a weekday afternoon, and the museum was fairly deserted. The longer we strolled, the more restless I could feel him become. In front of a risqué painting of lovers at play, he began to nibble at my neck… always a weak spot. Nevertheless, I tried to be good, moving on to the next painting. He persisted, slipping a hand inside the halter-top of my dress and teasing my nipple as he continued to nibble at my neck and ears. “Not fair,” I murmured, as he pulled me down onto a bench in a corner of the room.Despite my token struggles, he untied my top and let it slip to my waist, exposing my breasts. I frantically searched for other museumgoers, but thankfully saw none, and soon forgot everything but hands, tongue, and teeth on my breasts. My hips were grinding of their own volition, and my legs spread. I felt his hand begin to slide up my leg, his fingers slipping inside my soaking wet pussy, and working me until I could no longer suppress my moans of pleasure. He slid my panties down and off and began to slip my skirt up, exposing me. Remembering where I was, this time I began to struggle for real, but he simply pinned me (I could feel the hardness of his cock ...
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I was long overdue for a visit to the art museum, so my lover and I decided to take an afternoon and take a nice, leisurely stroll through. It was a weekday afternoon, and the museum was fairly deserted. The longer we strolled, the more restless I could feel him become. In front of a risqué painting of lovers at play, he began to nibble at my neck… always a weak spot. Nevertheless, I tried to be good, moving on to the next painting. He persisted, slipping a hand inside the halter-top of my dress and teasing my nipple as he continued to nibble at my neck and ears. “Not fair,” I murmured, as he pulled me down onto a bench in a corner of the room.Despite my token struggles, he untied my top and let it slip to my waist, exposing my breasts. I frantically searched for other museumgoers, but thankfully saw none, and soon forgot everything but hands, tongue, and teeth on my breasts. My hips were grinding of their own volition, and my legs spread. I felt his hand begin to slide up my leg, his fingers slipping inside my soaking wet pussy, and working me until I could no longer suppress my moans of pleasure. He slid my panties down and off and began to slip my skirt up, exposing me. Remembering where I was, this time I began to struggle for real, but he simply pinned me (I could feel the hardness of his cock ...
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