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Every one needs to be a little naughty now and again or more.
My voluptuous vixen, my hallowed saint Walk right in front of me and let my mind paint That pretty picture of you with your seductive strut In those tight fitting jeans that keep the wiggle in your butt. Oh, the hmms’ I have as my mind watches you move. You know you have me right in your grove. Man, don’t do that and bend over those books, baby move Like a sculpted dancer you slowly move your body just for my eyes to enjoy. Through each aisle you go as I am your boy, toy. Not pecked from hens, nor a honey-do, but just a man willing do to what you love, just to hear your I love yous’. You twirl those sexy little panties around your waist and between your legs. Oh, my little good bad girl you just want me to beg. Yes baby, I do like those and they are beautiful just like you. Midnight black lace or Cherry red silk saying I wanna screw. Just hurry and lets go home before my lid is blown. My heart tumbles and my man aches as I push my hips deeper in the clothes aisle. You know why I am hiding. That damn sexy, naughty smile. I glance around to see who’s watching your Aphrodite’s dance. Knowing that I am helpless in my hardened man trance. Tunnel vision you have me deep. Right where you want me. Your man for keeps. You pick out that little teddy, As my little heady says he’s more than ready. I can’t believe I’m stuck in rows of cotton and lace. No place for a tent pole nor that laugh on your face. Through the next aisle you disappear into the sea of naughty nighties. My eyes almost explode when your hands grab me mighty. There is no way I can move as you stroke me there. OH, that is so vixen of you and I really don’t even care but I sense a pair of eyes locked in a stare. Shit, I feel such warmth between my legs as hot breath pants my heart and my hips start to stir. "Is there some panties you would like to look at sir? Is there anything I can help you with," she said. Everything is being taken care of ma’am, as more than my face turns red. I feel flushed as I watch the sales lady grin. Flashing deep lipid pool eyes at me, just makes my head spin. I can’t believe this is actual real right hear in the store. Partially alone, I’m glad there’s no more. My legs nearly break down as locked in the panties I am. She comes again with more nighties in hand. "Look at these sir, I am sure she would love to have this one." Another vixen molded from molten fire straight from the sun. I am about to loose my mind as you give a giggle while my manhood does its jiggle. I watch the sales lady come back even closer. This is a scene straight from a porno poster. "I know your baby will like this R., she already told me so." I nearly buckle as more than my mind is set to blow. You giggle again and the set-up is busted. You got me better than good, as my body erupted. That coy vixen smile as she walked by; "Glad you enjoyed your shopping today. Come back anytime." "Hey girl," I hear you say as you give her a hug. "Thanks for all your help." My perfect bad girl good. I would never give you up for anything even if I could. You give her a wink as you take my hand as we stroll out the door to wonder forever in our never, never land. Rb © 2007
Reviews of "My Baad Girl Good"
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Sounds like a fun Vixen night memory! to keep you randy...
Warm hugs and Warmer Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady Sheooxoo
STay Positive!
ET
Bad...totally bad!!
Love Tinka :)
God Bless,
Lew
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.