fieryphoenix

this girl at work,she was prettier, no, hotter with her clothes on. the black wife beater and cargo shorts that were falling off her hips. she looked like a scrappy little boy.but skinny with graceful fingers.i wanted to grab her and bite her lip and shove my tongue in her mouth.pull her by the waistband of her pants and slip my fingers into the top of her thong.she would grab the back of my neck and pull my hair.she'd drive her tongue inside my mouth and we'd play tag with every drop of spit.to feel her hips, bony against mine.i'd run my fingernails up her shirt and down her back and she'd shudder. a bite on my neck would send me into a heat.then i'd stop. because, like i said, she looked better with her clothes on.