Afterglow

In the Afterglow of being bodily filled to her lungs of a granite hard encounter she found herself sitting alone gasping for air & reaching for sumsort of reality with wedding nuptials still taking place as a backdrop. Her quim flower was still riding a more than healthy stinging with clear as day slide show of her white washing. This she thought to herself will resignate as a diamond moment till her last breath. Such a breathless gifting doesn’t cum along everyday. "Who was that I call horse?"

Gliding with a slow process of movement she noticed in the frosted church window that the complete back of her expensive frock she was covered in jasmine & ivy flowers; not only having that to contend with - she was of cascading steaming thick lifeseed coating her inner thighs as it was crisping her well torn Haute`Couture pantihose. Standing there pondering not only what had taken place - "Who am I for this to take place? Am I a slut, a whore?
Hell no!!! I wanted it...he wanted it...no questions to be asked except,"Who was that oversized man with no name - & only leaving his calling card - A well worked & soaking wet & enlarged quim?"

loluvxox 12.7.21."