might be on offer. Uma
sucked on her cigarette so hard that it was almost done in the one puff. And
Penny?
Penny watched on and wondered how the hell
she was going to survive the evening without it turning into an utter disaster.
She wanted to bite her nails, but she’d had them fixed on earlier and didn’t
fancy wasting the money she’d spent. Instead, she pulled her long, black hair
back from her face and hobbled along in her 4 inch heals with her ass swishing
from side to side in a manner that gave her elderly mother palpitations as she
waved them all off from behind the net curtains of home.
As the driver pulled off, there were more
whoops and cheers from the rear.
Champagne corks popped, cocktails flowed
and Uma stuck out of the window so she could finish her cigarette.
After two hours of circling Newcastle City
Centre with the music turned to full blast and the women taking it in turns to
stand out through the sunroof so that they could shout at any fit men they
happened to pass, they finally arrived at Duncan’s Bar.
The procession from the car to the club had
all the energy of a carnival and filled the night with the scents of a heady
mixture of perfumes.
Peaches had made it her mission to be the
last in the line.
As the girls disappeared into the club, she
double-backed and caught the chauffeur by the tie just before he managed to
closed the door.
She pulled him close, kissed him on the
lips and bundled him into the back of the car.
Lying on top of him, she pulled the door
closed with the heel of her stiletto and waited for it to slam.
While Peaches kissed frantically at his
neck, the chauffeur pressed the buttons to close all the windows so that nobody
would be able to see the action. He pressed another button and the seat right
at the back of the car transformed itself into a double bed.
“Bloody hell,” Peaches said, “You do know
how to charm a woman.”
The chauffeur didn’t talk. Instead, he was
far more interested in finding out what Peaches had under her clothes.
When he unpinged her bra, he decided that
she had been unfairly named. His hands groped at her tits and barely managed to
cover them. Melons might have been a better name, or Grapefruits at the very
least, but what the hell. He nuzzled into her flesh and bit at her nipples
until they were pert.
Peaches let out a little moan. “Ooh, you dirty
bugger.”
She rubbed her hands over his biceps and
then his forearms. They were so big and hard that her pussy moistened at the
thought of what his other muscles might be like.
The buttons on his shirt weren’t easy to
take off. Peaches ripped impatiently at them until the material tore and his
chest was free.
“My God,” she said at the sight of his
ripped chest. He had a light spread of hair over his tanned skin and his
nipples were small and dark. She ran her hands along his muscles and then down
to his stomach, which felt as hard as a brick wall. She couldn’t wait to get to
his cock.
The chauffeur had given up on her breasts
and was focusing on removing her shorts and panties. Course, with Peaches
getting carried away and straddling him like she was restraining a prisoner, it
wasn’t easy. She had to stand up and remove them herself.
First she undid the top button of her
shorts, then she wriggled until they passed her thighs and fell to her ankles,
at which point she kicked them off.
Next it was the thong.
Peaches pulled at the side strings and let
the fabric tighten against her clit. It gave her a little buzz and she
shuddered. Then she whipped them off.
The chauffeur sat up and took a closer
look. Her Brazilian had been perfectly sculpted earlier that day. In the middle
of the thin strip of hair, her mound seemed to rise towards him so that he
couldn’t resist a little taste. His tongue got to work on her clit, hungrily
licking and tasting so that Peaches writhed in pleasure and had to push her
back hard against the roof to stop herself from falling over.
He stopped
sucked on her cigarette so hard that it was almost done in the one puff. And
Penny?
Penny watched on and wondered how the hell
she was going to survive the evening without it turning into an utter disaster.
She wanted to bite her nails, but she’d had them fixed on earlier and didn’t
fancy wasting the money she’d spent. Instead, she pulled her long, black hair
back from her face and hobbled along in her 4 inch heals with her ass swishing
from side to side in a manner that gave her elderly mother palpitations as she
waved them all off from behind the net curtains of home.
As the driver pulled off, there were more
whoops and cheers from the rear.
Champagne corks popped, cocktails flowed
and Uma stuck out of the window so she could finish her cigarette.
After two hours of circling Newcastle City
Centre with the music turned to full blast and the women taking it in turns to
stand out through the sunroof so that they could shout at any fit men they
happened to pass, they finally arrived at Duncan’s Bar.
The procession from the car to the club had
all the energy of a carnival and filled the night with the scents of a heady
mixture of perfumes.
Peaches had made it her mission to be the
last in the line.
As the girls disappeared into the club, she
double-backed and caught the chauffeur by the tie just before he managed to
closed the door.
She pulled him close, kissed him on the
lips and bundled him into the back of the car.
Lying on top of him, she pulled the door
closed with the heel of her stiletto and waited for it to slam.
While Peaches kissed frantically at his
neck, the chauffeur pressed the buttons to close all the windows so that nobody
would be able to see the action. He pressed another button and the seat right
at the back of the car transformed itself into a double bed.
“Bloody hell,” Peaches said, “You do know
how to charm a woman.”
The chauffeur didn’t talk. Instead, he was
far more interested in finding out what Peaches had under her clothes.
When he unpinged her bra, he decided that
she had been unfairly named. His hands groped at her tits and barely managed to
cover them. Melons might have been a better name, or Grapefruits at the very
least, but what the hell. He nuzzled into her flesh and bit at her nipples
until they were pert.
Peaches let out a little moan. “Ooh, you dirty
bugger.”
She rubbed her hands over his biceps and
then his forearms. They were so big and hard that her pussy moistened at the
thought of what his other muscles might be like.
The buttons on his shirt weren’t easy to
take off. Peaches ripped impatiently at them until the material tore and his
chest was free.
“My God,” she said at the sight of his
ripped chest. He had a light spread of hair over his tanned skin and his
nipples were small and dark. She ran her hands along his muscles and then down
to his stomach, which felt as hard as a brick wall. She couldn’t wait to get to
his cock.
The chauffeur had given up on her breasts
and was focusing on removing her shorts and panties. Course, with Peaches
getting carried away and straddling him like she was restraining a prisoner, it
wasn’t easy. She had to stand up and remove them herself.
First she undid the top button of her
shorts, then she wriggled until they passed her thighs and fell to her ankles,
at which point she kicked them off.
Next it was the thong.
Peaches pulled at the side strings and let
the fabric tighten against her clit. It gave her a little buzz and she
shuddered. Then she whipped them off.
The chauffeur sat up and took a closer
look. Her Brazilian had been perfectly sculpted earlier that day. In the middle
of the thin strip of hair, her mound seemed to rise towards him so that he
couldn’t resist a little taste. His tongue got to work on her clit, hungrily
licking and tasting so that Peaches writhed in pleasure and had to push her
back hard against the roof to stop herself from falling over.
He stopped
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