DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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Charlie~
Oh, he was good. Damn good. She was drowning in sensual feelings brought on by the man who stood in front of her and had her pinned to the wall. His voice was dark, deepened by lust and want. His question slithered through her mind. It was blatantly obvious why he waited. She was sharply aware of his fingers pressed against her panties, rubbing back and forth seductively.
He was good-looking, his voice was doing alarming things to her nervous system, his mouth and hands were turning her into a whimpering puddle. When was the last time she had had sex? It seemed like forever right about now. She couldn‘t blame her response to him all on that fact, however. He was incurably sexy in her book.
Her body arched against his, pressing them tighter together as his fingers slid past the soaked material of her panties and sunk into her wet, craving heat. His voice in her ear was husky, playing with her senses. Her vision became slightly blurred as those inner muscles in her sopping pussy tightened around his invading finger.
He kept her off balance by using his other hand to taunt her erect nipple through the material of her dress. His eyes silently demanded that her own focus on his. She was pinned against the wall by his body, her body invaded by his finger, his other hand doing wickedly delicious things to her nipple and she was letting him. She had a sinking feeling that wasn’t all she was going to let him do to her.
Oh, he was good. Damn good. She was drowning in sensual feelings brought on by the man who stood in front of her and had her pinned to the wall. His voice was dark, deepened by lust and want. His question slithered through her mind. It was blatantly obvious why he waited. She was sharply aware of his fingers pressed against her panties, rubbing back and forth seductively.
He was good-looking, his voice was doing alarming things to her nervous system, his mouth and hands were turning her into a whimpering puddle. When was the last time she had had sex? It seemed like forever right about now. She couldn‘t blame her response to him all on that fact, however. He was incurably sexy in her book.
Her body arched against his, pressing them tighter together as his fingers slid past the soaked material of her panties and sunk into her wet, craving heat. His voice in her ear was husky, playing with her senses. Her vision became slightly blurred as those inner muscles in her sopping pussy tightened around his invading finger.
He kept her off balance by using his other hand to taunt her erect nipple through the material of her dress. His eyes silently demanded that her own focus on his. She was pinned against the wall by his body, her body invaded by his finger, his other hand doing wickedly delicious things to her nipple and she was letting him. She had a sinking feeling that wasn’t all she was going to let him do to her.