The dictionary will have you understood that a weekend warrior, a man that serviced the long 48 hours of parting and endless drinking on his feet. However this is my story and I’m a solder in the US army reserves, we train hard and fight harder for every inch of respect that we gain.
It would seem that every time I came home off the road there was always a watchful eye somewhere looking out for me. I could always feel the wraith of her stare from the window or as she past me by – by mere coincidence she would find that solo moment when only the two of us where in the darken hallways of the apartment house that we lived in, but I would make her wait for months somehow fuckin her was going to cum to easy or there was just something holding me back… so Dirty Diana was just going to have to wait.
Long red hair she stood out in the dusty streets, but in the shower of this small home I shared with another mate, the candles that burned in the corner and on the shelf helped her hair to glow hues of orange and dark yellow all around the small space. The silky soap of the warm bath slid down her skin so slowly every time I raised my hand to touch her breast or lower my hands to rest along her thin waist as she was riding my cock to the splash of the water hitting the floor over and again. The soft ride was so intense, the hot water pouring in from above and below. I kept one hand stretching her pussy to know end, helping her to take my rather thick cock with some ease, the more I pulled my rough finger back and forth the more she more she would crash into me. The smell of lavender and honey filled the warm room hot and musty from the beating sun that was just starting to set in the low county of Mendoza. I pulled her close not allowing her to move only fell the weight of my cock thick inside of her, a strong grip on her neck she is breathing hot breath of anticipation as we meet eye to eye. I release her then have her to stand over me, the honey yellow skin ever perfect, lean thin muscle framed this farmer girl.