guided her legs open.
Not once did he look anywhere other than her eyes. His intense, sexy gaze held
hers. Each breath she took was filled with his alluring essence, a definitive
fresh scent of aftershave and pure masculinity.
All she could think of was how his mouth would taste. She
got her answer. Evan’s lips brushed ever so lightly across hers as his fingers
massaged the insides of her thighs, skittering close to but not touching her
pussy. The feel of him exploring her legs, still separated by a thin veil of
nylon, kept her on edge. Her skin sizzled with each stroke, shooting sparks
straight to her mound.
She craved him. She wanted to fuck him right then and there.
The mystique of this man enlightened her soul with a newfound sexual avenue of
adventure that she wanted desperately to explore.
Feeling aggressive, she captured his mouth in a provocative
kiss as she cupped the back of his head while she ran the knuckles of her other
hand along the front of his suit pants. His muffled groan against her lips
thrilled her to the core, encouraging her further. Temair hooked her ankles
around the back of his knees and tugged him closer to her pussy.
Their kiss intensified as they rocked against each other.
His fingers rubbed the wet center of her pantyhose, frantically trying to reach
her nub. The friction of the nylon to her flesh as his fingers worked their
magic turned her on even more. Faster and faster he rubbed, avidly tormenting
her to the point she thought she would come, but couldn’t.
She needed something. She needed Evan.
She had to touch him. Temair worked his zipper until she
wiggled her fingers and then her hand into his pants. It didn’t take much to
slide into the front slit of his boxers and tug his solid cock free. Though she
hungered to lick him and taste the salt of his flesh, she wanted him inside
her, fucking her, more than anything else.
Temair guided his cock to her pussy, pushing his fingers
away. She broke free of their kiss and couldn’t believe the wild throaty words
that exited. “Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me right here, right now.”
She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, then a sensual
smile followed. Nylon ripped, freeing her swollen mound. His fingers slid into
her heat and she couldn’t help but sigh. Evan laced a hand in her hair and
tugged her face close to his.
“Is this what you want?” he asked as he finger-fucked her.
Temair leaned back as far as his tight grip in her hair
allowed and focused on his erotic gaze. Breathlessly, she answered, “No. I want
your cock.”
Instantly, he released her hair and removed his fingers from
her slit. Regret washed over her. Had she pushed him too far? Had she been too
aggressive? Temair swallowed the questions the moment she saw him slip a condom
out of his inside jacket pocket. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he
opened it and rolled it down his thick, hard shaft.
As quickly as he’d released her, he had her hair and the
back of her head in his hand. He hovered within millimeters of her lips. “I
hope you don’t think me too bold by being prepared. But I’ve thought of nothing
but fucking you since the moment I first saw you.”
His mouth crushed hers in a demanding kiss that she met
forcefully, not backing down, but taking and giving just the same. They were
past the point of tenderness and foreplay. Evan entered her in one swift
stroke, hard and fast. Temair gasped at his rough advance. For a second, she
wasn’t sure how she felt about the sudden invasion, but when he set a steady
pace of deep thrusts, she decided she loved it and wanted more. She wrapped her
legs around his waist and pumped, matching his rhythm.
It’d been so long since she’d fucked or been fucked by a
real cock, she wanted to scream in ecstasy, but held back, knowing Lisanne, and
quite possibly customers, were in the store. He pulled her hair, causing her
neck to extend, then ran the tip of his tongue along her exposed flesh.
Intense bolts of
Not once did he look anywhere other than her eyes. His intense, sexy gaze held
hers. Each breath she took was filled with his alluring essence, a definitive
fresh scent of aftershave and pure masculinity.
All she could think of was how his mouth would taste. She
got her answer. Evan’s lips brushed ever so lightly across hers as his fingers
massaged the insides of her thighs, skittering close to but not touching her
pussy. The feel of him exploring her legs, still separated by a thin veil of
nylon, kept her on edge. Her skin sizzled with each stroke, shooting sparks
straight to her mound.
She craved him. She wanted to fuck him right then and there.
The mystique of this man enlightened her soul with a newfound sexual avenue of
adventure that she wanted desperately to explore.
Feeling aggressive, she captured his mouth in a provocative
kiss as she cupped the back of his head while she ran the knuckles of her other
hand along the front of his suit pants. His muffled groan against her lips
thrilled her to the core, encouraging her further. Temair hooked her ankles
around the back of his knees and tugged him closer to her pussy.
Their kiss intensified as they rocked against each other.
His fingers rubbed the wet center of her pantyhose, frantically trying to reach
her nub. The friction of the nylon to her flesh as his fingers worked their
magic turned her on even more. Faster and faster he rubbed, avidly tormenting
her to the point she thought she would come, but couldn’t.
She needed something. She needed Evan.
She had to touch him. Temair worked his zipper until she
wiggled her fingers and then her hand into his pants. It didn’t take much to
slide into the front slit of his boxers and tug his solid cock free. Though she
hungered to lick him and taste the salt of his flesh, she wanted him inside
her, fucking her, more than anything else.
Temair guided his cock to her pussy, pushing his fingers
away. She broke free of their kiss and couldn’t believe the wild throaty words
that exited. “Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me right here, right now.”
She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, then a sensual
smile followed. Nylon ripped, freeing her swollen mound. His fingers slid into
her heat and she couldn’t help but sigh. Evan laced a hand in her hair and
tugged her face close to his.
“Is this what you want?” he asked as he finger-fucked her.
Temair leaned back as far as his tight grip in her hair
allowed and focused on his erotic gaze. Breathlessly, she answered, “No. I want
your cock.”
Instantly, he released her hair and removed his fingers from
her slit. Regret washed over her. Had she pushed him too far? Had she been too
aggressive? Temair swallowed the questions the moment she saw him slip a condom
out of his inside jacket pocket. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he
opened it and rolled it down his thick, hard shaft.
As quickly as he’d released her, he had her hair and the
back of her head in his hand. He hovered within millimeters of her lips. “I
hope you don’t think me too bold by being prepared. But I’ve thought of nothing
but fucking you since the moment I first saw you.”
His mouth crushed hers in a demanding kiss that she met
forcefully, not backing down, but taking and giving just the same. They were
past the point of tenderness and foreplay. Evan entered her in one swift
stroke, hard and fast. Temair gasped at his rough advance. For a second, she
wasn’t sure how she felt about the sudden invasion, but when he set a steady
pace of deep thrusts, she decided she loved it and wanted more. She wrapped her
legs around his waist and pumped, matching his rhythm.
It’d been so long since she’d fucked or been fucked by a
real cock, she wanted to scream in ecstasy, but held back, knowing Lisanne, and
quite possibly customers, were in the store. He pulled her hair, causing her
neck to extend, then ran the tip of his tongue along her exposed flesh.
Intense bolts of
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