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Personal Narrative: My Trip To The USMC

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I've attended the ball numerous times some while on active duty, at times with dates, at times with friends, but today it is with someone special. Today, November 10th, is the 240th Birthday of the United States Marine Corps (USMC), and I am anxious. I've been planning this for weeks, and two days ago I visited my favorite spa at Nordstroms in preparations for today. I had a full body depilation, and a body wrap as well. This morning I returned for a french manicure/pedicure, and deep tissue massage. And while there my mind ran a million scenarios as to what would happen tonight. You see, we have now dated for two months, and I know after tonight, things will change. I've decided to wear my waist length layers hair straight and loose. I feel …show more content…

One hand slides down four fingers under the scrotum, and my thumb on the top side, caressing each of the testes, a soft massage, sliding easily between my satin covered fingertips. I am paying close attention, at to his reactions, as he moves slightly shifting his weight and opening his legs more. I release his hard cum filled sac, as I see precum seeping. "Sweet love," I whisper as I lean in and blow softly at the opening of the tip of the head. My left hand slips under the lengthy shaft, not gripping it yet. My right hand closes and my index fingertip begins it's travels discovering every vein, every ridge, every knot on the way up, the largest vein stopping just under the head. I smile and caress there in circles, putting pressure. I see him gripping the bedspread, his eyes rolling back. I unfasten my necklace and wrap the pearls at the base, my both hands grip them and begin a slow stroke, the pearls massaging from the base to about two thirds up the girth. My lips close to the tip, blowing softly but not touching him. "Fuck baby, you are going to make me cum" he says almost growling at

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