Barefoot Confessa part 4
With a gutteral moan she pulled her shirt apart bursting the buttons on her pressed button-down revealing an identical navy pressed button-down which she burst apart with an even more intense gutteral moan. Her womanhood now freed from the confines of the custom made long sleeve polo swayed and jiggled like an aspic covered vegetable terrien on a banana hammock. She stared at Miguel with an intensity she usually reserved a good unsalted butter. God damn she loves butter.
Without losing eye contact she slowly dipped her hamhands into the Outragous Brownie batter mix and smeared it all over her milky-white milkmakers. An ample pantry, indeed.
"Momma made a mess" Miguel said.
Ina, putting one sausage-like index finger to her pouty bottom lip flatly replied "How embarrasing".
Miguel, like a lynx in heat, bounded over the counter and landed ass first into a hot plum cake tatin. The carmel burned his sensitive man-ass, but he never felt so...so alive.
"Momma made you a big bowl of lemon fusilli with arugila, how bad could that be?... if you know what I mean."
Miguel grinned widely. He knew. Oh good Jesus above, how he knew.
Ina turned around from Miguel and faced her giant double capacity convenction oven. Slowly pulled her elastic slacks down to her knees, bunching over her red kitten heals.
I think you sat in some of your batter". Miguel smirked.
"That's not batter" Ina peered over her left shoulder with a wink.
Miguel licked his chops in anticipation.
Without losing eye contact she slowly dipped her hamhands into the Outragous Brownie batter mix and smeared it all over her milky-white milkmakers. An ample pantry, indeed.
"Momma made a mess" Miguel said.
Ina, putting one sausage-like index finger to her pouty bottom lip flatly replied "How embarrasing".
Miguel, like a lynx in heat, bounded over the counter and landed ass first into a hot plum cake tatin. The carmel burned his sensitive man-ass, but he never felt so...so alive.
"Momma made you a big bowl of lemon fusilli with arugila, how bad could that be?... if you know what I mean."
Miguel grinned widely. He knew. Oh good Jesus above, how he knew.
Ina turned around from Miguel and faced her giant double capacity convenction oven. Slowly pulled her elastic slacks down to her knees, bunching over her red kitten heals.
I think you sat in some of your batter". Miguel smirked.
"That's not batter" Ina peered over her left shoulder with a wink.
Miguel licked his chops in anticipation.
Labels: Barefoot Confessa
posted by Noah at 6/19/2007 08:29:00 PM
5 Comments:
who knew Miguel had it in him!
This thread is the greatest thing ever.
I is be away for a camel tournement, and I is think I miss something with PNS boys. I is think they go crazy! Since when Noah obsess with Ina and her country garden? Who fuck is Miguel? Sounds dirty!
she reminds me of my mother so much, so this is pretty disturbing
i came
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