He took me over the arm of my couch five paces from the door. My panties where down in three, my teddy was over my shoulders in four. He split me wide and deep by five while I had a face full of couch cushion. It was comfy. But I came and he didn’t, and he knew it as my legs splayed out towards the front door and his gorgeous cock slipped out of me as I came some more. I moaned in remorse.
He stood statesman like above me with his hand resting on my butt . I was his podium and his prick was the microphone hovering above.
I had a moment of whimsy through my orgasmic fog.
“Next time I hope your tongue is in peril of turning to dust in the dawn.”
Days and Symes 