Slowly, Edgar tip-toed up the stairway. The place smelt like cinnamon oil and incense. Edgar felt like he was being watched. Candles lit the triangle of copper skin exposed by the spreading of K-Y on her exposed cunt. She watched expectantly as Fred tried desperately hard to unzip his jacket. Moans from the wardrobe resonated through out the quiet dark room. Edgar unexpectedly smirked, knowing his sensitive nipples were protruding through the holes in his new lacy pink corset. Fred pinched his arm expecting, a dream to end. Finally Daisey crawled out toward the middle of the slippery floor, carefully avoiding the numerous puddles of wet clothes. Meanwhile, Edgar pulls on Daisey's garter making sounds that no one can describe. A cheesy grin appeared from Daisey causing sheer
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Over 90 days ago
Female, 45
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Talking sexy, dirty talk and being rude are very different things. Personally, my mood is detrimental to the level at which speech is taken along with other factors; time, space, partner. I definately let my likes and needs be known. Part of what I do involves a great mind fuck and that can't accomplish that without a certain amount of sexually oriented speach.
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really, it all depends on so much... really no good answer here, at least for me. first off, i can be quiet, but only if there's a reason to be, such as discreet sex, a gag, or if i've been told not to make a sound - normally i am somewhat vocal, anyhere from passionate moans to squeaks or squeals of delight, to yelps of pain, and sometimes i get talkative... this is proably annoying, but i get giggly and silly during sex sometimes, and i don't mind slowing down and pausing to share intimate words with my lover.
ok, now, is it soft, sensual sex? a good hard fucking? girl on girl? boy on girl? Roomful of people on girl? are there whips involved (ok, guess there are times when i scream)? it's all so situational - i imagine if i was into vanilla sex with only one partner, this would be easier to answer - hope this did absolutley nothing to answer your question - no need to thank me!
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Yea! What she said!
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Slowly, Edgar tip-toed up the stairway. The place smelt like cinnamon oil and incense. Edgar felt like he was being watched. Candles lit the triangle of copper skin exposed by the spreading of K-Y on her exposed cunt. She watched expectantly as Fred tried desperately hard to unzip his jacket. Moans from the wardrobe resonated through out the quiet dark room. Edgar unexpectedly smirked, knowing his sensitive nipples were protruding through the holes in his new lacy pink corset. Fred pinched his arm expecting, a dream to end. Finally Daisey crawled out
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Slowly, Edgar tip-toed up the stairway. The place smelt like cinnamon oil and incense. Edgar felt like he was being watched. Candles lit the triangle of copper skin exposed by the spreading of K-Y on her exposed cunt. She watched expectantly as Fred tried desperately hard to unzip his jacket. Moans from the wardrobe resonated through out the quiet dark room. Edgar unexpectedly smirked, knowing his sensitive nipples were protruding through the holes in his new lacy pink corset. Fred
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Slowly, Edgar tip-toed up the stairway. The place smelt like cinnamon oil and incense. Edgar felt like he was being watched. Candles lit the triangle of copper skin exposed by the spreading of K-Y on her exposed cunt. She watched expectantly as Fred tried desperately hard to unzip his jacket. Moans from the wardrobe resonated through out the quiet dark room. Edgar unexpectedly smirked, knowing his sensitive nipples were protruding through the