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across Elsie’s pretty mouth. She shook her head, hair loose and
waving with the motion.
He leaned in, mouth to her earlobe.
He kissed her ear, and tugged ever so gently with his lips.
“Yes.”
Elsie giggled as if Kevin had told
the world’s worst dirty joke. She wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulling him in. Kevin kissed her jaw, working his way to her chin,
finding her lips.
He grabbed her by the waist and
roughly jerked her away from the corner. Elsie grunted, the grin
and giggles not going away. He flipped her around, away from him so
her butt rubbed up against his oh-so-sensitive cock. The wispy
material of the sundress sent shivers through him, almost enough to
make him lose his load.
She turned her head, tucking her
hair away from her face, and winked.
Kevin nudged her to the billiard
table, and bent her at the waist. Elsie complied with his wishes,
not fighting, just going with the flow and letting him have his
way. Her ass poked out of the sundress, perky and round and so
lovely.
He smacked her on the
ass.
Once on one cheek. Another time on
the other.
A crazy little laugh erupted from
Elsie. She buried her head between her arms and wiggled her
backside, trying to get closer to Kevin.
One more smack. Loud and crisp and
sharp.
Elsie moaned.
And then Kevin entered her, balls
deep into her slick tunnel.
He pumped her with long and slow
strokes, building the tension between them. Sweet, exquisite
torture. Elsie grinded her hips on him, pressing hard against his
pelvis.
Her body glistened with sweat now.
The sundress clung to her like a second skin. She panted for
breath.
Kevin grabbed a fistful of hair and
yanked her head back. He rammed her now, faster.
Balls slapping against her skin,
Kevin burned like a flame tossed on gasoline. Breathing became
harder. Short gasps. Every pump divinely aching. Muscles burning
from the workout.
Elsie clenched around his cock.
Wet, juicy spurts flowed down his balls. She slapped the table top
and screamed.
Kevin couldn’t hold back
anymore.
He gripped her waist in both hands,
holding her still as he could. His cock ached from tip to base, and
down into his balls.
Kevin came inside his fiancee. One
spurt after another.
Pulling out hurt. He was so
sensitive.
He leaned against the wall and
wiped his forehead with both hands. His cock twitched, aching for
more but exhausted from what he just had. Breathing in and out,
chest puffed out. He felt invincible.
Elsie didn’t move, head cradled in
her arms.
Kevin touched her on the hip. Elsie
cooed, something between a moan and a gurgle. He rubbed her lower
back, working his way up. To her shoulders, massaging.
She pushed herself up.
And fell into his chest and
arms.
He held her, and basked in the
afterglow. Elsie looked up at him, her breathing slow and steady
now.
“ I still love you,” she said.
“Even if you’re a dirty spy.”
“ Good,” Kevin said. “Because I’m
madly in love with you.”
“ I was serious about doing bad
things. And I don’t really mean sexually.”
“ None of us are
innocent.”
They fell silent. Kevin wanted to
lie down with her. But dread overtook him—the blackmail, the
impending wedding, Biggins—wiping away the perfect warm feeling of
intimacy.
Kevin pushed Elsie away.
“ I have things to do,” he said.
Kevin picked up his clothes and walked away. The air conditioning
felt suddenly cold against his naked skin.
Chapter
Eleven
Elsie did not want to wash off the
musky smell of sex. Of Kevin. Any other day, she would’ve let the
odor cling to her all day as she went about her daily
activities.
But not today.
She took an afternoon shower. After
she turned off the water, she could hear Kevin walking around
upstairs. Pacing, back and forth. Elsie thought about his reaction,
when she told him she loved him. Of course he returned the sweet
words, and made it sound like he meant it.
He was a professional spy after
all. That’s what he did. Lied for a
across Elsie’s pretty mouth. She shook her head, hair loose and
waving with the motion.
He leaned in, mouth to her earlobe.
He kissed her ear, and tugged ever so gently with his lips.
“Yes.”
Elsie giggled as if Kevin had told
the world’s worst dirty joke. She wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulling him in. Kevin kissed her jaw, working his way to her chin,
finding her lips.
He grabbed her by the waist and
roughly jerked her away from the corner. Elsie grunted, the grin
and giggles not going away. He flipped her around, away from him so
her butt rubbed up against his oh-so-sensitive cock. The wispy
material of the sundress sent shivers through him, almost enough to
make him lose his load.
She turned her head, tucking her
hair away from her face, and winked.
Kevin nudged her to the billiard
table, and bent her at the waist. Elsie complied with his wishes,
not fighting, just going with the flow and letting him have his
way. Her ass poked out of the sundress, perky and round and so
lovely.
He smacked her on the
ass.
Once on one cheek. Another time on
the other.
A crazy little laugh erupted from
Elsie. She buried her head between her arms and wiggled her
backside, trying to get closer to Kevin.
One more smack. Loud and crisp and
sharp.
Elsie moaned.
And then Kevin entered her, balls
deep into her slick tunnel.
He pumped her with long and slow
strokes, building the tension between them. Sweet, exquisite
torture. Elsie grinded her hips on him, pressing hard against his
pelvis.
Her body glistened with sweat now.
The sundress clung to her like a second skin. She panted for
breath.
Kevin grabbed a fistful of hair and
yanked her head back. He rammed her now, faster.
Balls slapping against her skin,
Kevin burned like a flame tossed on gasoline. Breathing became
harder. Short gasps. Every pump divinely aching. Muscles burning
from the workout.
Elsie clenched around his cock.
Wet, juicy spurts flowed down his balls. She slapped the table top
and screamed.
Kevin couldn’t hold back
anymore.
He gripped her waist in both hands,
holding her still as he could. His cock ached from tip to base, and
down into his balls.
Kevin came inside his fiancee. One
spurt after another.
Pulling out hurt. He was so
sensitive.
He leaned against the wall and
wiped his forehead with both hands. His cock twitched, aching for
more but exhausted from what he just had. Breathing in and out,
chest puffed out. He felt invincible.
Elsie didn’t move, head cradled in
her arms.
Kevin touched her on the hip. Elsie
cooed, something between a moan and a gurgle. He rubbed her lower
back, working his way up. To her shoulders, massaging.
She pushed herself up.
And fell into his chest and
arms.
He held her, and basked in the
afterglow. Elsie looked up at him, her breathing slow and steady
now.
“ I still love you,” she said.
“Even if you’re a dirty spy.”
“ Good,” Kevin said. “Because I’m
madly in love with you.”
“ I was serious about doing bad
things. And I don’t really mean sexually.”
“ None of us are
innocent.”
They fell silent. Kevin wanted to
lie down with her. But dread overtook him—the blackmail, the
impending wedding, Biggins—wiping away the perfect warm feeling of
intimacy.
Kevin pushed Elsie away.
“ I have things to do,” he said.
Kevin picked up his clothes and walked away. The air conditioning
felt suddenly cold against his naked skin.
Chapter
Eleven
Elsie did not want to wash off the
musky smell of sex. Of Kevin. Any other day, she would’ve let the
odor cling to her all day as she went about her daily
activities.
But not today.
She took an afternoon shower. After
she turned off the water, she could hear Kevin walking around
upstairs. Pacing, back and forth. Elsie thought about his reaction,
when she told him she loved him. Of course he returned the sweet
words, and made it sound like he meant it.
He was a professional spy after
all. That’s what he did. Lied for a
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