The kinky cleaner with a dirty mind
erotic fiction
That was definitely a giggle.
Kat must have someone in her studio and by the sound of it they’re having a good time.
Something about that giggle sounds very familiar.
I listen out to see if I can hear more, but no – not yet anyway.
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‘After your visit last time I naturally began doing my own research into… into foot fetishism.’
He pauses for a second, his eyes drifting off into the corner of the room, lost in thought.
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This sparks a smouldering curiosity.
‘How many girls have you been with Ed?’
He looks at me sheepishly. ‘Including you… three.’
‘Were you in relationships with the other two?’
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While I was watching Kirsty I missed what Sammy was doing. She’d removed her panties revealing her fully shaven foo-foo, rested one of her legs on the footstool and she too was pleasuring herself. I say she’s fully shaven however she has the cutest little landing strip. Her fingers were gliding slowly between her moist labia, pausing only to circle around her engorged love bud.
These girls are insatiable!
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‘Get on the bed,’ I say, my desire taking control. ‘Lie down.’
I stare at his lean, muscular body as he clambers onto his bed. As much as I want to feel him inside me, I also want to prolong the build up a little.
And I do love a soixante neuf.
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I’m aching to pull his head into my soft mounds and his hips into my groin. I want to feel his hardness inside me, filling me, satisfying me. I want to grind my hot little bud into him until I reach the point of no return.
But I can’t.
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