those two had it down pat.
Bunny paused in the back room of her shop, her fingers gliding over her mound, pushing through the soft hairs to part her folds. As she touched her clit, she moaned, a spark of electricity running from that point throughout her body, sending tingling sensations that raised gooseflesh on her skin.
With a ton of work waiting for her, she hesitated, then flicked her clit again, tapping it with the tip of one fingernail.
Her belly clenched and her pussy creamed. “Oh, my.” She glanced through the doorway to the front of the shop, checking to make sure no one lurked out there who might catch her pleasuring herself. Then she slipped her hand lower over her mons and buried her finger in her wet pussy, dipping it in and out of her own juices.
She leaned her butt against her worktable and spread her legs wider, lifting her dress out of the way so that she could watch as she touched herself.
A nervous giggle rose up her throat. Who would have thought Bunny Leigh would be masturbating in the back of her flower shop? Wouldn’t her customers be appalled? The incredible naughtiness should have made her stop. Instead, it gave her a thrill of excitement, and she pressed on. With one hand, she parted her folds, with the other she slathered her clit with her pussy cream and swirled it around and around in slow, sensuous strokes. Her head dropped back and she closed her eyes as exquisite sensations rippled through her.
She rocked her pelvis to the rhythm of her strokes, her breathing becoming more labored, interspersed with deep, guttural moans. “Yes. There. Oh, yes,” she muttered.
As her muscles tensed, her buttocks clenched and she paused in mid-stroke, the sweet torture so intense she rode it through, catapulting over the edge. So sweet, so satisfying…but not enough. She wanted more. A hard, rigid cock buried to the balls inside her, fucking her until she came again. She clumped her fingers together and shoved them into her vagina, pushing hard. They weren’t long enough and they weren’t attached to a handsome, living, breathing cop or pre-med cowboy. One dark and brooding, the other blond and gorgeous.
She thrust deeper, her thumb finding her clit, rubbing to start the rise back to orgasm all over again. “Almost there.” Her breath hitched and she cried out as she did it again, launching herself over the edge a second time.
The bell over the front door jangled, ripping through her mindless masturbation. She yanked her fingers from her crotch and hurried to her sink in the back. “Be right with you,” she called out.
As she washed the evidence of her dirty deeds from her hands, she breathed in and out to steady her racing heart.
Arms slipped around her and pulled her against a muscled chest.
Bunny stiffened.
“Thinking about me?” a deep voice said behind her, the sound rumbling through her back into her chest.
All her muscles turned to jelly, and she leaned into him. Not only had she been thinking about him, she’d been masturbating to the images in her mind of him and Cory pleasuring her earlier that morning. “How’s a girl to get anything done if you two keep turning up?” It wasn’t much of a protest delivered on a breathy whisper.
“I came to take you out to lunch.”
She sighed, remembering all the flowers waiting in her van, possibly wilting in the noon sun. “Oh, Jack, I can’t.” Bunny turned in his arms. “I have so many deliveries to make, I can’t even stop for a bite.”
“Then let me help.” His hands slid down her arms to her waist and he pulled her to him, the ridge of his fly pressing into her belly, reminding her of what she’d just done and how much she wanted him.
As much as she wanted to skip deliveries and remain in her workroom, fucking the cop, she couldn’t. Duty called. She wouldn’t stay in business long if she didn’t delivery flowers when she promised. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
He tipped her chin up and gazed into her
Bunny paused in the back room of her shop, her fingers gliding over her mound, pushing through the soft hairs to part her folds. As she touched her clit, she moaned, a spark of electricity running from that point throughout her body, sending tingling sensations that raised gooseflesh on her skin.
With a ton of work waiting for her, she hesitated, then flicked her clit again, tapping it with the tip of one fingernail.
Her belly clenched and her pussy creamed. “Oh, my.” She glanced through the doorway to the front of the shop, checking to make sure no one lurked out there who might catch her pleasuring herself. Then she slipped her hand lower over her mons and buried her finger in her wet pussy, dipping it in and out of her own juices.
She leaned her butt against her worktable and spread her legs wider, lifting her dress out of the way so that she could watch as she touched herself.
A nervous giggle rose up her throat. Who would have thought Bunny Leigh would be masturbating in the back of her flower shop? Wouldn’t her customers be appalled? The incredible naughtiness should have made her stop. Instead, it gave her a thrill of excitement, and she pressed on. With one hand, she parted her folds, with the other she slathered her clit with her pussy cream and swirled it around and around in slow, sensuous strokes. Her head dropped back and she closed her eyes as exquisite sensations rippled through her.
She rocked her pelvis to the rhythm of her strokes, her breathing becoming more labored, interspersed with deep, guttural moans. “Yes. There. Oh, yes,” she muttered.
As her muscles tensed, her buttocks clenched and she paused in mid-stroke, the sweet torture so intense she rode it through, catapulting over the edge. So sweet, so satisfying…but not enough. She wanted more. A hard, rigid cock buried to the balls inside her, fucking her until she came again. She clumped her fingers together and shoved them into her vagina, pushing hard. They weren’t long enough and they weren’t attached to a handsome, living, breathing cop or pre-med cowboy. One dark and brooding, the other blond and gorgeous.
She thrust deeper, her thumb finding her clit, rubbing to start the rise back to orgasm all over again. “Almost there.” Her breath hitched and she cried out as she did it again, launching herself over the edge a second time.
The bell over the front door jangled, ripping through her mindless masturbation. She yanked her fingers from her crotch and hurried to her sink in the back. “Be right with you,” she called out.
As she washed the evidence of her dirty deeds from her hands, she breathed in and out to steady her racing heart.
Arms slipped around her and pulled her against a muscled chest.
Bunny stiffened.
“Thinking about me?” a deep voice said behind her, the sound rumbling through her back into her chest.
All her muscles turned to jelly, and she leaned into him. Not only had she been thinking about him, she’d been masturbating to the images in her mind of him and Cory pleasuring her earlier that morning. “How’s a girl to get anything done if you two keep turning up?” It wasn’t much of a protest delivered on a breathy whisper.
“I came to take you out to lunch.”
She sighed, remembering all the flowers waiting in her van, possibly wilting in the noon sun. “Oh, Jack, I can’t.” Bunny turned in his arms. “I have so many deliveries to make, I can’t even stop for a bite.”
“Then let me help.” His hands slid down her arms to her waist and he pulled her to him, the ridge of his fly pressing into her belly, reminding her of what she’d just done and how much she wanted him.
As much as she wanted to skip deliveries and remain in her workroom, fucking the cop, she couldn’t. Duty called. She wouldn’t stay in business long if she didn’t delivery flowers when she promised. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
He tipped her chin up and gazed into her
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