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he
found Michel sitting with his eyes open, quietly watching the interaction
between them. His gaze was hooded,
observing seemingly enough to enthrall him. Their stares met, a look of understanding instantly zipped between them. They were both slaves to her call.
Gabriel turned again to Kadence ,
feeling her relaxing further to his touch. He spied her neck. Soft tendrils
of her coppery hair flowed from the quick chignon she’d put in. The thin column of flesh was so enticing. His mouth moved to it of its own accord. He placed his lips just under her hairline
and felt her stiffen once more. Continuing to massage her shoulders, she melted soon after.
He stole another kiss, laying it tentatively. She did not stiffen the second time, but
rather arched her neck back to better receive his touch. It was a move of acquiescence and all the
permission he needed to venture further.
Moving closer to her, he pulled her back to his
chest and gathered her into his arms, kissing the tender flesh of her neck and
ear. Her breathing had quickened, and he
felt her rapid heartbeat against his lips. He pulled away the soft jacket he’d put on her the night before, bearing
her further to his tongue. The ripe
swell of her breasts above her bodice could be admired from his vantage point,
looking over her shoulder. He gently
cupped the flesh and molded it to his fingers as he tasted every inch of her
his mouth could reach.
He lowered one hand to the edge of her dress,
pulling it up her creamy thighs. Her
panties were long gone. They’d cloth her
once they reached
Monaco
. There had been no time to worry about
undergarments on their harried escape. As he pulled the fabric higher, he began
to see the shadow of her sex appear. Breath hitched in his lungs, he needed to see her once more. Touch her. Taste her. As the shaved mound
became apparent, he took in air on a hiss.
Once he caught sight of the pink flesh, pearled
already with her juices, he could no longer resist. He lowered himself to the floor, resting on
his knees as he widened her thighs, pushing her back to the seat. Catching her eyes for a brief moment, he
lowered his head to sample a little of her bliss.
Chapter Eight
Kadence drew in a deep breath as Gabriel’s tongue slashed a fiery trail
along her pussy. His mouth suckled her
clit before sliding back down to lick the length of her. She felt his fingers holding her lips open
wide for his invasion. Her fingers slid
into his hair, the silky strands slipping through her fingers as she urged him
closer.
He would not be directed. Lazing around her pussy, he licked and
sampled at his leisure, not creating a rhythm for her to move her hips to. Sweet torture, he kept her heightened but did
not allow her to begin to build to any release. She rocked her hips, silently demanding he give her what she needed, but
he ignored her request, making her yearn.
She watched his head moving, languidly rolling from side to side between her thighs, the sight of his huge
form crouched there sinful. The muscles
played in his neck and shoulders as he laved her sex, stretching tightly
against the soft material of his shirt. She wanted to pull the fabric from him, to see his tightly coiled
strength rippling as he ate her pussy.
Her eyes looked across the car, and she realized
that Michel was awake. His steely eyes
were watching them. More so her and her
reaction to the tempting touches of Gabriel’s tongue. He seemed intrigued by her reaction, just
like at dinner, watching her eyes and mouth move. Besides his intense, hooded gaze, he looked
unaffected to her, calmly sitting across from them as if they only talked about
the weather. But upon closer inspection,
she saw the telltale signs.
She looked down to his lap and saw Michel was
not immune to what he observed, his hardened cock pressed firmly against the
zipper of his pants. Fine
found Michel sitting with his eyes open, quietly watching the interaction
between them. His gaze was hooded,
observing seemingly enough to enthrall him. Their stares met, a look of understanding instantly zipped between them. They were both slaves to her call.
Gabriel turned again to Kadence ,
feeling her relaxing further to his touch. He spied her neck. Soft tendrils
of her coppery hair flowed from the quick chignon she’d put in. The thin column of flesh was so enticing. His mouth moved to it of its own accord. He placed his lips just under her hairline
and felt her stiffen once more. Continuing to massage her shoulders, she melted soon after.
He stole another kiss, laying it tentatively. She did not stiffen the second time, but
rather arched her neck back to better receive his touch. It was a move of acquiescence and all the
permission he needed to venture further.
Moving closer to her, he pulled her back to his
chest and gathered her into his arms, kissing the tender flesh of her neck and
ear. Her breathing had quickened, and he
felt her rapid heartbeat against his lips. He pulled away the soft jacket he’d put on her the night before, bearing
her further to his tongue. The ripe
swell of her breasts above her bodice could be admired from his vantage point,
looking over her shoulder. He gently
cupped the flesh and molded it to his fingers as he tasted every inch of her
his mouth could reach.
He lowered one hand to the edge of her dress,
pulling it up her creamy thighs. Her
panties were long gone. They’d cloth her
once they reached
Monaco
. There had been no time to worry about
undergarments on their harried escape. As he pulled the fabric higher, he began
to see the shadow of her sex appear. Breath hitched in his lungs, he needed to see her once more. Touch her. Taste her. As the shaved mound
became apparent, he took in air on a hiss.
Once he caught sight of the pink flesh, pearled
already with her juices, he could no longer resist. He lowered himself to the floor, resting on
his knees as he widened her thighs, pushing her back to the seat. Catching her eyes for a brief moment, he
lowered his head to sample a little of her bliss.
Chapter Eight
Kadence drew in a deep breath as Gabriel’s tongue slashed a fiery trail
along her pussy. His mouth suckled her
clit before sliding back down to lick the length of her. She felt his fingers holding her lips open
wide for his invasion. Her fingers slid
into his hair, the silky strands slipping through her fingers as she urged him
closer.
He would not be directed. Lazing around her pussy, he licked and
sampled at his leisure, not creating a rhythm for her to move her hips to. Sweet torture, he kept her heightened but did
not allow her to begin to build to any release. She rocked her hips, silently demanding he give her what she needed, but
he ignored her request, making her yearn.
She watched his head moving, languidly rolling from side to side between her thighs, the sight of his huge
form crouched there sinful. The muscles
played in his neck and shoulders as he laved her sex, stretching tightly
against the soft material of his shirt. She wanted to pull the fabric from him, to see his tightly coiled
strength rippling as he ate her pussy.
Her eyes looked across the car, and she realized
that Michel was awake. His steely eyes
were watching them. More so her and her
reaction to the tempting touches of Gabriel’s tongue. He seemed intrigued by her reaction, just
like at dinner, watching her eyes and mouth move. Besides his intense, hooded gaze, he looked
unaffected to her, calmly sitting across from them as if they only talked about
the weather. But upon closer inspection,
she saw the telltale signs.
She looked down to his lap and saw Michel was
not immune to what he observed, his hardened cock pressed firmly against the
zipper of his pants. Fine
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