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popslash_lollipops2005-09-12 09:23 pm
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Pink / ??
So, as my calendar of letching goodness helpfully informs me, it was Pink's birthday earlier this week, so in honour - Pink-porn please! Either solo, with one of the nsync boys, or the girl of your choice. Please and thank you!
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A scent, a look, an adrenaline rush. Most of all... sound. As a musician she appreciated sounds even more than another person might.
Pink lay there in the darkened room with eight hundred count Egyptian cotton sheets warming underneath her. The scent of bubblegum lip gloss on her lips and Fantasy wafting around her when she moved. Her hands slid across her breasts stopping to play with her nipples as the music filled her head from the earbuds in her ears. Her body moved in time with the music and her breath caught and slid out of her in time with the moaning words she was listening to.
One hand moved between her legs the fingers slipping inside to draw moisture out and around her distended clit. Moving in time with the roll of her nipple between her other thumb and forefinger. Her breath caught at the feeling, more shallow and quicker as she stroked herself faster toward the end of the song. Slowing again as it started over, each listen bringing her that much closer to the edge.
Tonight it only took three replays to bring her off and on the fourth she lay there, fingers inside of herself, the warm tremors fading slowly away. Her breath calm and even when Britney sighed her last note.
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