her thigh. It disappeared under her skirt.
Portia lowered her leg, and parted her thighs, to ensure her message remained clear. Apparently he favored the invite, because he pulled her across the desk so she sat directly in front of him. Portia took in deep hard breaths; she swallowed her nerves, and put on her best smile for him to proceed. He didn’t. He studied her for a torturous moment. If he rejected her now, her plan had failed. She considered forcing things along, her mouth on his cock would be a good start. But Todd Ellison belonged to an elite circle of photographers. These men would not reward a model from a single blowjob. She had heard tales from others who came up with lockjaw and nothing to show for it. The bait would need to be much more satisfying to achieve her ultimate goal. She had plans to turn him out before the day ended. A spread, shot by Todd Ellison’s lens would secure her a place with Ford Agency and a gig in this year’s Fashion Week.
Todd slid his hand between her knees, parting her long legs wider. His touch seared and burned. The seat of her panty moistened and heat spread through her channel making her ache for him. Todd grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the desk. Portia parted her legs. She rested her heels on either side of the armrests of his chair. He looked up at her, flashed a wicked smile. She reclined against the cool glass surface of his desk, her inner thighs trembled and her chest felt as if a swarm of butterflies were trapped behind her ribcage. Once he buried his head between her legs, tongue first, all tension eased.
The idea to slip off her panty came to her in the elevator. After the soft groan rumbling in his throat rose she knew her naughty act was a good one. At some point during the interview it would be inevitable for them to end up here. And the pleasure was as swift and sweet as she hoped. The man knew how to use his tongue. It glided over her slit, and then circled her clitoris. Portia’s lids drifted shut. She threw her legs over his shoulders.
A soft, submissive moan escaped her as his mouth covered her vagina, and his tongue delved into depths that sent shards of pleasure ripping through her pelvis. Portia slammed her thighs shut on his face and Todd’s tongue plunged deeper.
The drawer opened. Portia heard it over her passionate moans of submission. Behind closed lids she sensed his actions. He would reach inside his desk for a possible condom; pull his wonderful mouth from below to rip into the package. Eventually he’d roll the rubber down his dick and the games would begin.
Panting and squirming on the table with her dress pulled up and part of her breasts exposed, Portia opened her eyes and cried out through a warm wave of orgasmic pleasure from sheer anticipation. Todd loomed over her, unbuckling his belt and then slipping on the condom. She thought over what Sydney had said about her methods of securing a gig, and her shame warmed her already feverish face. This time it would be different.
She could see it on his flushed face. He wanted her, and that type of hunger she knew how to stoke to get what she needed.
Todd, with his slacks at his knees and the condom on, hooked her long legs over the bends of his arm and eased his hands under her butt cheeks to cup them firmly. Swift, penetration went deep, she lifted her hips to receive more and he complied. Thrusting harder and harder, he dropped on her and forced her legs up to a V.
Todd forced her breasts free of the front of her dress and sucked a nipple through the lace overlay of her bra.
Portia moaned and tried to withstand the pump action of his jerking cock and rolling hips.
Sydney and Trish were wrong. She knew what she was doing. She’d show them both.
Nolen arrived at the diner. It had been a week and three days since his butterfly escaped his net. He’d been distracted by issues with Hollister, things should have progressed further by now. However, he was pleased that
Portia lowered her leg, and parted her thighs, to ensure her message remained clear. Apparently he favored the invite, because he pulled her across the desk so she sat directly in front of him. Portia took in deep hard breaths; she swallowed her nerves, and put on her best smile for him to proceed. He didn’t. He studied her for a torturous moment. If he rejected her now, her plan had failed. She considered forcing things along, her mouth on his cock would be a good start. But Todd Ellison belonged to an elite circle of photographers. These men would not reward a model from a single blowjob. She had heard tales from others who came up with lockjaw and nothing to show for it. The bait would need to be much more satisfying to achieve her ultimate goal. She had plans to turn him out before the day ended. A spread, shot by Todd Ellison’s lens would secure her a place with Ford Agency and a gig in this year’s Fashion Week.
Todd slid his hand between her knees, parting her long legs wider. His touch seared and burned. The seat of her panty moistened and heat spread through her channel making her ache for him. Todd grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the desk. Portia parted her legs. She rested her heels on either side of the armrests of his chair. He looked up at her, flashed a wicked smile. She reclined against the cool glass surface of his desk, her inner thighs trembled and her chest felt as if a swarm of butterflies were trapped behind her ribcage. Once he buried his head between her legs, tongue first, all tension eased.
The idea to slip off her panty came to her in the elevator. After the soft groan rumbling in his throat rose she knew her naughty act was a good one. At some point during the interview it would be inevitable for them to end up here. And the pleasure was as swift and sweet as she hoped. The man knew how to use his tongue. It glided over her slit, and then circled her clitoris. Portia’s lids drifted shut. She threw her legs over his shoulders.
A soft, submissive moan escaped her as his mouth covered her vagina, and his tongue delved into depths that sent shards of pleasure ripping through her pelvis. Portia slammed her thighs shut on his face and Todd’s tongue plunged deeper.
The drawer opened. Portia heard it over her passionate moans of submission. Behind closed lids she sensed his actions. He would reach inside his desk for a possible condom; pull his wonderful mouth from below to rip into the package. Eventually he’d roll the rubber down his dick and the games would begin.
Panting and squirming on the table with her dress pulled up and part of her breasts exposed, Portia opened her eyes and cried out through a warm wave of orgasmic pleasure from sheer anticipation. Todd loomed over her, unbuckling his belt and then slipping on the condom. She thought over what Sydney had said about her methods of securing a gig, and her shame warmed her already feverish face. This time it would be different.
She could see it on his flushed face. He wanted her, and that type of hunger she knew how to stoke to get what she needed.
Todd, with his slacks at his knees and the condom on, hooked her long legs over the bends of his arm and eased his hands under her butt cheeks to cup them firmly. Swift, penetration went deep, she lifted her hips to receive more and he complied. Thrusting harder and harder, he dropped on her and forced her legs up to a V.
Todd forced her breasts free of the front of her dress and sucked a nipple through the lace overlay of her bra.
Portia moaned and tried to withstand the pump action of his jerking cock and rolling hips.
Sydney and Trish were wrong. She knew what she was doing. She’d show them both.
Nolen arrived at the diner. It had been a week and three days since his butterfly escaped his net. He’d been distracted by issues with Hollister, things should have progressed further by now. However, he was pleased that
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