Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder. I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp. Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly.
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them.
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels.
I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner..smells funny.
I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart. Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest. Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat. Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing. Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.