Title: Manhattan Mary Pt. 2 (The Date Break)
Posted On: 2014-06-22 04:32:37 UTC

Opposite seats are taken at a restaurant Mary, in a flower printed skirt The date, a heart patched cardigan They conversed over champagne about humorous mistakes and lifestyles Mary never goes out in public without her white towel Everything in the room becomes something else for her Loud conversations translated into sensual exotic words As if the words travel under her skirt As if the words kissed her body through her shirt Mary's legs start rubbing together As wood for fire or love bird feathers She bites her lips, she devours champagne sips Can I be excused There's something I have to use She moans a little too loud as her heels sound off across the hardwood floor Hiding the hand that's scratching and rubbing her pelvis, on fire as a blowtorch Mary makes her way to the bathroom and locks the entrance door As if no one else is drinking from what was poured She crashes into a stall and glides her laced panties below her knees Flowers on the floor, but Manhattan Mary doesn't have to pee She lubricated her fingers with herself and rubbed her clit A knock at the door as she entered her slit Her common rotation that never fails One heel on the floor, one heel on the rail She tastes herself as she paced herself Much intensity where she placed herself Her heels scratching the wall and the floor Leaking and digging for much much more She covers her mouth for the vaginal celebration Her stomach caves in as a punch from Ali Breathing hard and sweating, she white towels her face without smearing her life Walking out, passing comments who sing "did you go twice" Placing her white towel in her purse What an erotic curse First on the "to do" list of sexual mood swings Herself, she thinks, as she hears their food on the metal platter ring

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