Sunday afternoon

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Kisno nedeljno popodne..Lagana letnja kisa.. Ja sam u beloj kosuljici,
uskim svetlim farmericama, ogromnim novim metalnim stiklama.. U tvom sam
kraju.. Pokisla sam do gole koze.. I , naravno, moram da svratim, cisto
zbog sandala.
Ti si spavao popodne.. Budis se polako.. Ja narvno nemam brus ispod ,
ocrtavaju mi se bradavice ispod bele mokre kosuljice.. Zelim te, vidi mi
se u ocima.. Ali... Prvo moram da se istusiram. ulazim u kupatilo, skidam
farmerice sa sebe, bacam kosulju i prljavo roze minimalne tangice.. Pustam
vrelu vodu, sliva se niz moje mokro telo..Dolazis da mi dodas peskir,
uvlacim te obucenog pod tush.. Brzim potezima ti skidam garderobu, zelim
da budes sto pre go.. Ti si vec napljen.. Uvijam se svojim mokrim telom oko
tebe, dodirujem te svojim vrelim rukama, polako, drhtavo. Onda dodirujem
sebe, svuda.. palacam jezikom po tvom telu dok dodirujem svoje grudi ,
mazim se... Spustam se sve nize sa kapljicama, vode, pratim ih.. Pocinjem
da lizem tvoj nabrekli, ogromni ud.. prvo polako, a onda sve brze i
brze .. I uzuvam u tome.. Ti se polako gubis.. Zelimo jedno drugo, u
jednoj sec, stavljam ga celog u usta.. Onda ga
odjednom pustam , zelim da me zelish.. Osecas moj vreli dah na svom
ponosu.. Ne dozvoljavas mi vishe da se igram.. Hvatas me za mokru kosu i
kontrolises pokrete moje glave,, Nabijas mi ga do grla.. Ja ludim, opirem
se..
Onako mokri, vreli i napaljeni, prelazimo na krevet.. Kreces da me
maltretiras i spustas svoji vreli jezik svuda po meni.. Lizes moje
bradavice, koje su ukrucene, tvrde, lice na cvet ..Sisash ih, ja polako
krecem da ludim. Zelim te u sebi.. Odmah... Ali.. Spustas svoj jezik na
moje butine, polako se priblizavas mojim obrijanim Venerinim bregovima i
mojoj maci.. Lizes me.. O, boze kako to dobro radis.. Moj tanani glas
postaje jos tanji.. Uzdisem, jecim.. Umirem.. Okrecem ti ledja zelim da me
uzmes otpozadi.. Tako najbrze svrshim.. Lezim na stomaku, izvijena sam kao
zmija opasna, otrovna..Gornji deo tela mi je skroz pribijen uz krevet,
klecim, telo mi je spusteno do kreveta, ledja izvijena moja neodoljiva
guza visoko podignuta.. Imas predstavu kao da imamo anal, zamishljash me
na taj nacin.. Ustvari.. Nabijas mi ga polako, ja sam vrela, ludim.. Hocu
da budes u meni ceo, da svrshish u meni sto pre.. Gubim svest, rastrzana
sam u vrtlogu strasti .. njishemo se u istom ritmu .. Ti zelish da traje,, Vadish
ga i stavljas mi ga u guzu... Boli me, umirem jer ti je ogroman ali mi se
i dopada.. Jecim od strasti, bola i zadovoljstva.. Ti bi ga nabijas sve
jace, cepash me, umirem.. Ne mogu vishe. Molim te da prestanes to da mi
radis..Krecem da tegrebem, iako to ne smem.. Da te stipam.. A onda kada
smanjish tempo .. molim te da mi ga nabijesh.. Ne znam sta hocu..

Vadish ga i okreces se , lezes na ledja.. Ja se obuvam. U 12, sam,
metalnoj.. Nasedam na tebe.. Ti mi dodirujes grudi.. Ja se nabijam brzo, dinamicno.. Gotovi smo oboje,,
Svrshavas u meni..

Kasnije iscrpljena i gola lezim u krevetu.. Dopadam ti se tako...
I uzivam u tvom pogledu...
 
Sunday Afternoon

Ladies and gentlemen, get off the dance floor and start doing your chores…it’s Sunday afternoon!

It’s Sunday afternoon
and there are a few things that I have to do.
And I’m gon’ do ‘em I’m gon’ do ‘em.

It’s Sunday afternoon
and there are a few things that I have to do.
And I’m gon’ do ‘em I’m gon’ do ‘em.

First up, I gotta tidy up,
my place is getting messy
haven’t cleaned it in a month
I may be having friends over tomorrow night,
It’s not confirmed but just in case
I’d like my place to look nice.

Then I’ll go out to the grocery store
and get some more dish soap
I ran out a week ago
and I’ve been mixing it with water
just to make it last a little longer,
but now there’s really nothing left.

Then I’ll stop by at my parents’ to say hi
and maybe have a cup of coffee and a piece of pie.
And I’ll ask them how their week was…
“How was your week?”
And they’ll tell me how their week was…
“Pretty good.”

It’s Sunday afternoon
and there are a few things that I have to do.
And I’m gon’ do ‘em I’m gon’ do ‘em.

It’s Sunday afternoon
and there are a few things that I have to do.
And I’m gon’ do ‘em I’m gon’ do ‘em.

Then I’ll head down to the mall
pick up some black socks.
I don’t really need them
but I heard that they were half off.
You can never have too many socks you know,
so that you can always throw away the ones with holes.

Next up, take my dog out for a walk,
he needs the exercise and at the same time I talk
to the other people walking their dogs…
“Hello”
I usually ask them questions about their dogs,
“How old is he?”

Then I have to return this DVD of pornography
that my friend rented
I swear to God that it wasn’t me…
“It’s not mine, I swear.”

Alright fine, but it was the first time
I am not the kind of guy that watches porn all the time…
“Alright fine I watch porn all the time.”

It was Sunday afternoon
and there were a few things that I had to do.
And I did ‘em and I did ‘em.

It was Sunday afternoon
and there were a few things that I had to do.
And I did ‘em yes I did ‘em.

I only have one thing left to do,
and I’m not gonna do it in front of you.
So I’m gonna end the song like this,
as I warm up my wrist…
“Dammit, I forgot to buy kleenex.”

(Knock at door)

“Coming”

“You want some of this bitch?”
 

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