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Tanner’s hands on each of her hips.
He touched the large knob of his penis to her vagina and she whimpered.
“You’re so wet,” he purred.
He slipped his cock in further, opening her up, filling her. She began to pant again, and Tanner lost his restraint, and fucked her with gusto. She gripped the metal bar, not that she could move, anyway. And, Tanner held her securely with his strong hands. She could see in the mirrors, his thigh muscles flexed and his biceps pumped.
His ass was hard and gorgeously shaped, the strong muscles flexing and contracting as he fucked her. The sight was an erotic onslaught of mirrored images of Tanner, flexing and fucking. Natalie felt her vagina tingle with pleasure.
Tanner’s cock pulsed and he began to come. The convulsion of his huge cock inside her sent her over the edge. She panted louder, and shoved her hips back, to match Tanner’s motions. He stroked into her from behind and his entire body tightened. Every muscle flexed as one.
Natalie’s vagina gripped Tanner’s cock as it released his warm cum inside her. Natalie screamed, not quite so muffled this time, and came as he unloaded into her. They climaxed together, hot and heavy, catching glimpses in the mirrors of their deviant behavior, replicated over and over, in live action.
They relaxed, and Tanner untied Natalie. He rubbed her wrists, ensuring there was no chaffing. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and being decadent enough to look at her ass in the endless mirrors, still naked, still his. Working out at the gym had taken on a whole new meaning.
12 – British Fare
Natalie had to separate from Tanner to allow him to work. It was a business trip. His limo service took her wherever she wanted to go. Shopping was her first goal. London is a city filled with department stores and designer boutiques. The widest selection was on Sloane Street. She had no trouble finding a designer handbag at Dior, and a new pair of pumps at Prada.
On other days, she shopped Oxford Street, and even went out to Chelsea, just outside London. She even spent most of a day in Harrod’s in South Kensington, ending mid-afternoon. She had a meeting scheduled with Q. Thomas Hawkes at Couture By Thomas.
His shop was just as Suzanne had described. She snagged a cappuccino at the espresso bar, and browsed the racks, looking at items offered by other emerging designers while waiting for Thomas. As it turned out, he’d looked at the sketches and photos she’d sent him, before meeting with her.
He looked very fashionable in his gray two-button suit with classic white shirt and black tie. He was younger than she’d imagined, and very enthusiastic. The British aren’t always understated. He was quite the opposite, talking on and on. He filled her in on many of the up-and-coming stars of fashion in Britain. And, he plied her with questions, wanting to get to know her and get a feel for her creative talent.
It was an invigorating meeting, but it left Natalie exhausted, and starved. Luckily, she was going to meet Tanner for dinner as soon as they were done. Thomas agreed to carry her new line, and made her promise to give him a chance to view her latest designs, the new ones she’d been working on, as soon as they were done.
There was no long business discussion. He took the business details in stride, like the decision had been made before she arrived. As usual, the attorneys would hammer out the legal documents.
Natalie hugged Thomas like a dear friend, and slipped out the door and into the back of her waiting limo. The driver delivered her to one of Tanner’s favorite restaurants in London, serving traditional British fare, where he waited at a table by
He touched the large knob of his penis to her vagina and she whimpered.
“You’re so wet,” he purred.
He slipped his cock in further, opening her up, filling her. She began to pant again, and Tanner lost his restraint, and fucked her with gusto. She gripped the metal bar, not that she could move, anyway. And, Tanner held her securely with his strong hands. She could see in the mirrors, his thigh muscles flexed and his biceps pumped.
His ass was hard and gorgeously shaped, the strong muscles flexing and contracting as he fucked her. The sight was an erotic onslaught of mirrored images of Tanner, flexing and fucking. Natalie felt her vagina tingle with pleasure.
Tanner’s cock pulsed and he began to come. The convulsion of his huge cock inside her sent her over the edge. She panted louder, and shoved her hips back, to match Tanner’s motions. He stroked into her from behind and his entire body tightened. Every muscle flexed as one.
Natalie’s vagina gripped Tanner’s cock as it released his warm cum inside her. Natalie screamed, not quite so muffled this time, and came as he unloaded into her. They climaxed together, hot and heavy, catching glimpses in the mirrors of their deviant behavior, replicated over and over, in live action.
They relaxed, and Tanner untied Natalie. He rubbed her wrists, ensuring there was no chaffing. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and being decadent enough to look at her ass in the endless mirrors, still naked, still his. Working out at the gym had taken on a whole new meaning.
12 – British Fare
Natalie had to separate from Tanner to allow him to work. It was a business trip. His limo service took her wherever she wanted to go. Shopping was her first goal. London is a city filled with department stores and designer boutiques. The widest selection was on Sloane Street. She had no trouble finding a designer handbag at Dior, and a new pair of pumps at Prada.
On other days, she shopped Oxford Street, and even went out to Chelsea, just outside London. She even spent most of a day in Harrod’s in South Kensington, ending mid-afternoon. She had a meeting scheduled with Q. Thomas Hawkes at Couture By Thomas.
His shop was just as Suzanne had described. She snagged a cappuccino at the espresso bar, and browsed the racks, looking at items offered by other emerging designers while waiting for Thomas. As it turned out, he’d looked at the sketches and photos she’d sent him, before meeting with her.
He looked very fashionable in his gray two-button suit with classic white shirt and black tie. He was younger than she’d imagined, and very enthusiastic. The British aren’t always understated. He was quite the opposite, talking on and on. He filled her in on many of the up-and-coming stars of fashion in Britain. And, he plied her with questions, wanting to get to know her and get a feel for her creative talent.
It was an invigorating meeting, but it left Natalie exhausted, and starved. Luckily, she was going to meet Tanner for dinner as soon as they were done. Thomas agreed to carry her new line, and made her promise to give him a chance to view her latest designs, the new ones she’d been working on, as soon as they were done.
There was no long business discussion. He took the business details in stride, like the decision had been made before she arrived. As usual, the attorneys would hammer out the legal documents.
Natalie hugged Thomas like a dear friend, and slipped out the door and into the back of her waiting limo. The driver delivered her to one of Tanner’s favorite restaurants in London, serving traditional British fare, where he waited at a table by
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