Curves and Mistletoe
going to take you
right here, Jenny. Against this counter.” His voice was rich and
velvety as he reached up into her skirt. There was no doubt in her
mind that he meant exactly what he said
    She wanted this. So when he reached up
and pulled her panties off from underneath her skirt she wasn’t
surprised at how dripping wet her pussy was. She could feel her
creamy juices coating her pussy, waiting for him to touch her, to
delve inside of her.
    Bryce didn’t waste any time, he bent
down and stuck his head up her skirt, forcing her legs open,
kissing her wet flesh before running his tongue up the entirety of
her. She fought back a high pitched scream that somebody would
surely have heard and instead allowed a soft moan to escape her
lips. His tongue hot against her sex, she almost jumped when he
pushed his finger into her, and lapped at her while he pushed into
her pussy. He was tight against her walls, pressing against her as
he thrust in and out of her. She was so close, she could feel the
tendrils of pleasure wrapping around her as he continued to lick
her. Only a little bit more and she would be pulled into
it.
    But he stopped cold.
    “ Oh no, Jenny. You are
going to cum with me.” Bryce growled as he withdrew from her and
unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down so that he could access her
aching, dripping womanhood. After a moment she heard the subtle rip
of foil as he put a condom on. Jenny enclosed her hand around it,
stroking the shaft a few times before he grabbed her arm and
stopped her.
    “ I need to be inside of
you. Now.”
    He plunged into her, his girth filling
her in such a way that she gasped out, trying to make sense of it.
He was thick, thicker than she had ever experienced as he pushed
into her, his cock raging inside of her body. She loved the way it
felt against her innermost walls as it delved into her deepness.
She shuddered as he pressed all the way into her, his balls
slamming against her, hitting her in just the right way to elicit a
moan that was louder than she expected.
    He pounded into her again, rough and
hard, almost like a punishment for her transgression as he gripped
her hips and thrust into her, over and over. She felt like a rag
doll, sliding on the counter with each movement, her body at his
mercy. It was delicious. Her limbs started to tremble as she
reached up and grabbed his shoulders, getting leverage to move and
buck against him, increasing her pleasure. It wasn’t long before
her body was out of her control, writhing and shaking as she felt
that explosion of pleasure wash over her. It forced her to move in
ways she never thought she could, creating a truly magnificent
scene.
    She wasn’t the only one experiencing
the pleasure of orgasm. Her body was strong and forceful as she
milked every last drop from his cock, making him cum with her.
Bryce was more controlled in his release, his moans low and soft as
he pushed his last forceful thrusts into her.
    “ I told you that you would
cum with me. You put on a good show.” Bryce slid out of her and
pulled his pants up, zipping them and looking her over longingly
before pulling down her skirt and helping her off the
counter.
    “ I’m glad I could please.”
She grabbed her clothing and started reassembling her outfit,
putting on a piece at a time and saving her panties for
last.
    “ If anything, you have left
me wanting for more.” Bryce kissed her hard on the lips. He wanted
more of her, she could tell, but not right now.
    Somehow she found the prospect more
exciting than her options at the company.
    ***
     

     
     

Jenny brushed her hair back with her
hands and put it up in a neat bun, using only her reflection in the
metal refrigerator door to guide her. When she was satisfied she
pulled down her skirt a bit and straightened herself. She felt
good, like a woman of accomplishment.
    “ You look
stunning.”
    “ Why thank you.”
    Bryce led her back to the party, where
the guests were finally starting to mingle, the

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