She’s Curvy

She’s curvy and beautiful

She’s got dark hair

this time

We sit at a table and flirt

I ask her to dance

It gets heavy

I don’t mind

Back at the table

I offer my lap

better than that hard bench, I explain

She considers with narrowed eyes

there now, isn’t that better?

She squirms a little

My pleasure is obvious

I get a little fresh with her

She doesn’t mind

Velvet soft lips

Against my firm ones

Bliss

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