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The bedroom's dark and cool. It's almost as new to him as it is to Alex. He had the apartment put here for convenience but he has not moved in, preferring the old one
at the Chelsea, near the gym.
He walks her over to the window. Neon signs glitter and glow through the misty night. The lights and traffic of Kings boulevard, are diffused and distorted through the rain splattered glass.
He stands behind her, his hands crossed, resting on her
belly. He can feel the soft indentation of her naval. his palms move slowly, caressingly in eliptical motion, silk whispering on smooth skin...
Lips on her neck, behind her ear, warm breath burning, kissing small kisses down her throat, her shoulders.
Her skin is delicious, Vincents mouth and lips and tongue, bathe her, taste her. He presses against her, his cock is
thick with arousal pushing against the thin silk that covers her ass.
He's gone.
She waits a moment and turns. He's taken off his shirt and is standing next to her. In the strange light of distant
headlights and flashing neon, Alex see's the fine tuned body of a boxer, broad and muscular. He seems like a shadow made from steel.
Suddenly his hands are on her shoulders, sliding off the thin straps of her dress, pulling them down her arms. The sheer fabric slides over the uprising curves of her breasts, hangs for an instant on the aroused tips, then falls to her waist. Alex's arms are pinned to her sides as Vincent bends down and sucks her sweet nipples into his mouth.
at the Chelsea, near the gym.
He walks her over to the window. Neon signs glitter and glow through the misty night. The lights and traffic of Kings boulevard, are diffused and distorted through the rain splattered glass.
He stands behind her, his hands crossed, resting on her
belly. He can feel the soft indentation of her naval. his palms move slowly, caressingly in eliptical motion, silk whispering on smooth skin...
Lips on her neck, behind her ear, warm breath burning, kissing small kisses down her throat, her shoulders.
Her skin is delicious, Vincents mouth and lips and tongue, bathe her, taste her. He presses against her, his cock is
thick with arousal pushing against the thin silk that covers her ass.
He's gone.
She waits a moment and turns. He's taken off his shirt and is standing next to her. In the strange light of distant
headlights and flashing neon, Alex see's the fine tuned body of a boxer, broad and muscular. He seems like a shadow made from steel.
Suddenly his hands are on her shoulders, sliding off the thin straps of her dress, pulling them down her arms. The sheer fabric slides over the uprising curves of her breasts, hangs for an instant on the aroused tips, then falls to her waist. Alex's arms are pinned to her sides as Vincent bends down and sucks her sweet nipples into his mouth.