turned her head and grinned at him. A sexy, smirky
grin that sent a wave of heat straight to his cock. She lifted one gloved hand
to her full pouty lips and tugged at the tip of her silk-covered index finger.
His cock twitched as he imagined those lips closing over him instead.
Slowly, one by one, she loosened every
finger. With one sharp pull the glove came off in her teeth. Turning slowly
toward him, she held the glove high in the air, then drew it up the length of
his torso as she moved behind him. She trailed the satiny fabric across his
head then let go, leaving the garment draped over his shoulder.
The sweet scent of her perfume tormented
him. Directly before him once more, she began to remove the second glove. As
she got to the last finger, she held her hand out, close enough that he could
lean forward. He gripped the tip of the glove between his teeth and gave a
slow, steady pull.
Both arms now bare, she shimmied her
shoulders, lowering first one strap of her tank top then the other, teasing him
with every glimpse of what she wore beneath it. In one quick move, she yanked
the center of the top and it split in two. Sweet Jesus. Letting the
shredded garment drop to the floor, she rolled her shoulders again, leaning
forward.
Full pale breasts overflowed from the cups
of a black bustier with red laces straight up its front. Eric shifted in his
chair, desperate for any friction he could create against his aching cock.
Seeing him squirm seemed to please her and
she smiled again. A slow, delicious smile that made him want his hands free so
he could tug her onto his lap. She leaned forward and lowered her face to his,
hovering a centimeter away, just out of reach, until he couldn’t stand it
another second. Her lips brushed his in the sweetest breath of a kiss then she
pulled away, the sexy grin in place once more.
A low growl escaped him as she swiveled her
way down to the floor then back up again. Every curve in motion. Slow,
torturous motion. Arms crossed in front of her, pushing her already magnificent
cleavage into a breathtaking show of abundance, she undid the buttons on either
side of her tiny skirt.
Raising one hip then the other, she lowered
the skirt, just enough for a tempting glimpse of hipbone and panties. She
twirled in a slow circle, flipping up the back of the skirt for a glimpse of
silk-covered ass before finally sliding the skirt down past her thighs. Letting
it drop to the floor, she did a sexy squat bend, picked it up and allowed it to
fall right onto his lap. Even the faint weight of the skirt was a welcome
sensation against his cock. Any attention was welcome. His stomach muscles
clenched hard, allowing the swollen head the tiniest wiggle room. A trail of
wetness remained in the inch it shifted. Had she not tied his wrists, he was
sure he would have grabbed her by now. He wanted nothing more than to feel her
against him. Every bit of her.
As if sensing how much he needed her, she
strolled closer. The heat that rose from her body surrounded him with its
enticing aroma. Honey. Ambrosia. Nothing had ever smelled sweeter than her.
Her hands trailed up his chest, barely
grazing him over his shirt. Up and down, once, twice, pausing over each nipple
then sliding again. She tipped her breasts toward him and he noticed that the
ribbon holding her bustier closed dangled right by his mouth. He parted his
lips as she leaned closer, then he grabbed the silky string between his teeth.
She pulled back, rolling her shoulders as she went until the bow came undone.
Wiggling back and forth loosened the strings enough that her lush breasts
spilled out.
Jess wrapped her hands around his head,
tugging him toward her, nestling his face between her boobs. Eric inhaled
deeply, thankful for any skin-on-skin contact he could get.
Before he could kiss his way to a nipple
she shifted, lowering herself in a corkscrewing spiral until she was on her
knees before him. Firm but gentle hands inched up his thighs. He held
grin that sent a wave of heat straight to his cock. She lifted one gloved hand
to her full pouty lips and tugged at the tip of her silk-covered index finger.
His cock twitched as he imagined those lips closing over him instead.
Slowly, one by one, she loosened every
finger. With one sharp pull the glove came off in her teeth. Turning slowly
toward him, she held the glove high in the air, then drew it up the length of
his torso as she moved behind him. She trailed the satiny fabric across his
head then let go, leaving the garment draped over his shoulder.
The sweet scent of her perfume tormented
him. Directly before him once more, she began to remove the second glove. As
she got to the last finger, she held her hand out, close enough that he could
lean forward. He gripped the tip of the glove between his teeth and gave a
slow, steady pull.
Both arms now bare, she shimmied her
shoulders, lowering first one strap of her tank top then the other, teasing him
with every glimpse of what she wore beneath it. In one quick move, she yanked
the center of the top and it split in two. Sweet Jesus. Letting the
shredded garment drop to the floor, she rolled her shoulders again, leaning
forward.
Full pale breasts overflowed from the cups
of a black bustier with red laces straight up its front. Eric shifted in his
chair, desperate for any friction he could create against his aching cock.
Seeing him squirm seemed to please her and
she smiled again. A slow, delicious smile that made him want his hands free so
he could tug her onto his lap. She leaned forward and lowered her face to his,
hovering a centimeter away, just out of reach, until he couldn’t stand it
another second. Her lips brushed his in the sweetest breath of a kiss then she
pulled away, the sexy grin in place once more.
A low growl escaped him as she swiveled her
way down to the floor then back up again. Every curve in motion. Slow,
torturous motion. Arms crossed in front of her, pushing her already magnificent
cleavage into a breathtaking show of abundance, she undid the buttons on either
side of her tiny skirt.
Raising one hip then the other, she lowered
the skirt, just enough for a tempting glimpse of hipbone and panties. She
twirled in a slow circle, flipping up the back of the skirt for a glimpse of
silk-covered ass before finally sliding the skirt down past her thighs. Letting
it drop to the floor, she did a sexy squat bend, picked it up and allowed it to
fall right onto his lap. Even the faint weight of the skirt was a welcome
sensation against his cock. Any attention was welcome. His stomach muscles
clenched hard, allowing the swollen head the tiniest wiggle room. A trail of
wetness remained in the inch it shifted. Had she not tied his wrists, he was
sure he would have grabbed her by now. He wanted nothing more than to feel her
against him. Every bit of her.
As if sensing how much he needed her, she
strolled closer. The heat that rose from her body surrounded him with its
enticing aroma. Honey. Ambrosia. Nothing had ever smelled sweeter than her.
Her hands trailed up his chest, barely
grazing him over his shirt. Up and down, once, twice, pausing over each nipple
then sliding again. She tipped her breasts toward him and he noticed that the
ribbon holding her bustier closed dangled right by his mouth. He parted his
lips as she leaned closer, then he grabbed the silky string between his teeth.
She pulled back, rolling her shoulders as she went until the bow came undone.
Wiggling back and forth loosened the strings enough that her lush breasts
spilled out.
Jess wrapped her hands around his head,
tugging him toward her, nestling his face between her boobs. Eric inhaled
deeply, thankful for any skin-on-skin contact he could get.
Before he could kiss his way to a nipple
she shifted, lowering herself in a corkscrewing spiral until she was on her
knees before him. Firm but gentle hands inched up his thighs. He held
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