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I moved fast to get to the tent on time, standing in to read oracle cards at The Wild Woman Festival. Simone texted first thing this morning begging me to work my day off. She finally moved things on with the masseur working the next tent and last night saw them fucking indulgently for the first time – and second and third. Simone’s message didn’t hold back.I was in a dry spell by choice, focusing on using these weeks at The Wild Woman Festival to get stronger and fitter with daily swimming in the lake, yoga, and making the most of some incredible workshops when I wasn’t working. But I’d be lying if I said Simone’s text hadn’t brought images to mind of her curves and smooth skin – the softest I’ve felt and an intensely pleasant discovery when we çankaya escort submitted to lust and alcohol and explored each other’s bodies some years back. Her skin was so incredibly sensitive to touch, and picturing her hips grinding on this hot guy’s dick, I felt my own skin flushing and the pressure of my knickers on my clitoris. Distracted, I walked through festival goers slowly waking to the day, looking for the best places to grab breakfast.Walking past quickly I glimpsed a queue already waiting, then went in through the back of the tent. I tried to take my mind off my awakened pussy and focus on readying myself to help my clients tap into their subconscious desires. I mildly cursed keçiören escort Simone for passing me over this particularly busy shift, but this only brought to mind even more flashes of images of her being fucked by the masseur. I could only laugh at this unexpected, urgent return of desire.In the tent I held the cards in my hands and was looking down, taking a long, deep, grounding breath, as my first customer walked in. I looked up and that breath was knocked out of me: I’ve encountered this man in my dreams before, an embodiment of raw sexual strength and here he was, an immediate manifestation and vision for my parched body, so much so I gasped as if he’d walked straight in and put etimesgut escort his hand on my welcoming pussy. He stopped in his tracks too, and I sensed his body notice mine before his conscious mind as his hand inadvertently brushed down the front of his shorts.“I …” he started, before he abruptly stopped talking and stepped forward toward me. I rose from my chair to lean forward, dropping the cards. I took my knee up onto the table between us. His hand was immediately in my hair, pulling my head towards his, his tongue urgently finding mine and melting into the deepest, wet kiss with our tongues meeting together so divinely that instant pleasure bordering on pain flooded my vagina.He broke the kiss. “You’re sensational,” he breathed the words into my neck, then reached behind me, hands on my arse, and pulled me up to a full kneeling position, guiding my legs to close round him. I groaned as I felt his dick through his shorts and as I did, I heard a murmur outside reminding me with a rush that I was at work with customers waiting. And that we were in a tent with no soundproofing.
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