The Craving
My hands shook as I patted my hair and smoothed my shirt, then from the pocket of my jeans I removed the compressed powder and flipped it open to check myself in the tiny mirror. I wanted my lips to look perfect. Pouting and pleading as I knelt on the grass to take his cock in my mouth. I knew he liked it that way.
With a mischievous smile I descended the steps that led to the maple tree. I could see the outline of his imposing body standing under a low branch. He tossed the cigarette aside, the orange glow slowly fading in the moist grass.
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