Visit my website www.MrPinkShorts.comPINK SHORTS EXCERPT....
Something in the music that night stroked my mind and massaged my sweet divide. My femininity was raging as I made love to my listeners through creamy soothing words that poured slowly into the microphone. As evidenced by the disproportionate number of male callers that night, my show was strip teasing for their eardrums. They could feel me but not touch me. As the rotation continued, I noticed that my coffee was delivered two hours earlier that morning. Of course, I asked him why he came in so early. Expecting him to give me some crap about having some work to do, I was shocked by his candid response. He told me he wanted to watch me finish my show. After watching his face to see if it was a joke, I reluctantly gave him what he wanted, at least I thought I did. The first song after his arrival did not feel the same but by the second one, I could feel his eyes penetrating me. As his restraint slipped away, he supplanted our mental kiss with a tip-of-the-lust kiss that nearly created a splash within me. As I stood, he moved behind and kissed my neck gently as I teased the listeners. His strong hands gripped my body and found their way to my prominent nipples. He massaged them between his strong fingers as my body language signaled the appropriate amount of pressure. As the song faded, he did not stop as the broadcast became live again. With my gorgeous breasts exposed only to him, my listeners felt what I was feeling. Being careful, I suppressed my sounds of passion to the extent that I could but as the board lit up, I realized that the voyeuristic desires of my audience were trapped inside radio airwaves wishing for sight instead of sound. The slit of my heart-shaped ass was a perfect resting place for his zipped throb. Our bodies played together like smooth jazz as the early stages of his liquid urge manifested in the form of a damp spot on his tailored slacks. Like following the leader, my cradle of life overflowed as subtle sounds of moisture took their place within the storm's music and without missing a beat, sounds of pleasure added moans of passion to the quiet. The inconsistency of my tasty exposure led me to remove my remaining garments. I then removed his shirt while simultaneously sucking on his chest and biting his nipples as he took over my seat. He was in perfect position for me to show him the arch in my back while the tattoo above my ass swayed to the music. I turned and unzipped his raging manhood and with the skill of a streetwalker, I applied a magnum-sized wall of protection with my warm mouth. Even with the barrier, my skills were evident as I tongued his pulsating piece. Just as the song faded, I interrupted his oral paradise to speak some sexy language to my listeners. With every word, I slid further down onto his seemingly neverending manhood. My slow erotic descent felt every powerful vein as my gushing center caused me to utter sounds that would ignite beds all over the city. As my honey-soaked muscles gripped him, the grimace on my face was a testament to the strength it took to hold back my feminine release during the show's final hour. With the start of the morning show on the horizon, my quiet storm was anything but quiet as I closed out the show with a body-tingling moan that soaked the airwaves...Click book to order your copy!!!
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