The Visit.

Panic on the train. We’re hoping to reconnect, restore lust to our previous brief encounter. What if we don’t ‘click’ again? It’s been a while.

I take a taxi, find your house. I never came here before. I can’t knock.

You open the door, smiling.

I know why I’m here. I take off my coat, dress and underwear, keeping the thigh-high boots on. I tremble with the cold and anxiety.

“It’s okay,” you say, kissing me.

I straddle you upon your sofa, grinding against the hard cock straining through your jeans.

I kiss your neck as you take it out.

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Many thanks for reading my Hundo.

Prompt: Tremble.

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