You know I never
I never seen you look so good
You never act the way you should
But I like it
And I know you like it too
The way that I want you
I gotta have you
Oh yes, I do
~Talk Dirty To Me- Poison~
~Edward~
The flat is completely dark when I approach my door, which surprises me because it is only eleven o’clock. Our flight doesn’t leave until ten tomorrow night so it’s not as if we have to get up early or anything. I wander around the first floor of the flat, finding Bella’s luggage sitting by the stairs next to mine, and it makes me smile; they look so right sitting there together. I bask in my disgustingly sappy thoughts for a moment, then make a mental note to check in my pants for a goddamn vagina when I get upstairs. I swear to fucking Christ, Bella is turning me into a pussy.
Finding no sign of Bella on the ground floor, I head upstairs to my room, figuring that she has already turned in for the night. Visions of finding her asleep in my bed wash over me, instantly making me hard. I’m surprised by how much I have actually enjoyed sharing a bed with her these past couple of nights. It’s almost as if she’s always belonged there and I’ve been waiting all this time for her; never getting involved with another woman…never allowing another to grace her spot.
As I reach the door to my bedroom, I’m suddenly very excited to see her, and decide to wake her up, even if she’s already asleep. However, all of my plans are thrown out the window as I open my door because the image before me renders me speechless…and apparently motionless, as well.
She is a fucking vision perched on the bench at the end of my bed, clad in only a black lace wrap, and sexy black stilettos. Her hair is piled up on top of her head, exposing her long graceful neck and prominently displaying my marks. The glow from the lamp on the bedside table is surrounding her in a halo of light, making her look ethereal, like a goddess.
My voice is lost in my throat and my pants are straining to maintain my painfully hard cock, which is trying desperately to break free in an attempt to get to the temptress sitting in front of me. Standing slowly, she takes slow measured steps toward me while freeing her silky hair from the clip holding it up, letting it fall into a sexy tousled mess around her shoulders. Her hips sway seductively as she moves toward me with feline-like grace, causing the wrap around her curves to brush against her upper thighs. I can see teasing peeks of her creamy pale skin through the holes in the lace pattern and it’s driving me fucking crazy. The wrap barely hits the top of her thigh, so paired with the fuckhot heels she’s wearing, it makes her shapely legs look long and sexy.
When she finally gets to me, she reaches up to run her delicate hand down my chest. She is close enough to feel her body heat through my clothes and I am absolutely positive that she can feel my rock hard dick through my jeans.
Looking up at me through her long lashes, she purrs, “Welcome home, Edward,” her throaty voice dripping with sex. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she adds, as she rubs herself seductively against my overeager body.
I swallow loudly and I swear I feel like a fumbling fourteen year old virgin with the way my heart is racing and my palms are sweating. She really has no idea how intimidating she can be, this little girl who defies any woman I could ever need. I really need to get my shit together; where the fuck is the cocky bastard when I need him? Fucking Christ Cullen, get a grip!
She reaches up, threading her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, parting her full, glossy lips as I stand there, dumbly gaping at her. She yanks my head down to her level by the roots of my hair so she can lean in to whisper seductively in my ear, “Do you know what I’m going to do to you, ciccino?” She licks the shell of my ear before probing it inside. The action is a little startling and insanely hot. Breathing hard, I shake my head like the eager little fucker I am.
“First, I’m going to drop to my knees, and take that massive, beautiful cock down my throat,” she teases, running her finger up and down the bulge in my pants. “Then, I’m going to let you fuck my mouth. Do want to see me on my knees while you fuck my mouth, Edward?” she breathes in my ear, before licking down my throat.
I can hardly breathe I am so fucking turned on. I can’t believe the filthy little mouth on her. How could I have possibly gotten this fucking lucky? Remembering that she’s waiting for my answer, I rasp out, “Fuck yes.”
She chuckles lowly, continuing her path down my neck, “You know what I’m going to do after that, Edward?” she breathes against my face, tracing her tongue against my lips.
“What…” I urge as my hand starts to creep under the hem of her wrap, finally coming back to my senses.
“I’m going to straddle this delicious cock, take you for the ride of your life, Cowboy,” she says plainly, as if she’s telling me we’re out of bread or toothpaste. When she finally pushes her tongue into my mouth, griping my raging hard on in her tiny, feminine hand, I groan loudly, completely losing myself in her kiss while picking her up by her ass and wrapping her legs around my waist. I can feel the heat emanating from her hot little body as she grinds herself against me. Holy fuck. I love that she’s small enough to manhandle. There’s something to be said for having a woman over a foot shorter than you with a body to match.
Walking her back into the wall, I attack her mouth, grinding hard against her pussy, making her whimper and gasp for air. Finally letting her breathe, I move to her throat, sucking and biting as my fingers dig into her luscious ass.
“Unghh…Edward, please.” she begs, gripping tightly to my hair. It feels so fucking good and I nip at her throat in response.
I lower her to stand on her feet while pulling at the tie of her robe. Pushing it open, I drop to my knees, bracing her with my palms on her hips, my fingers almost touching on her back. I look up to her beautiful face and feel like I am kneeling to worship before a goddess, a porcelain skinned goddess, dripped in black lace, with the face of an angel, framed by dark silk.
Hitching her stiletto clad foot over my shoulder, I bring my face to her soaked pussy and run my nose along her glistening folds, inhaling deeply. She smells like sin and I can hardly wait to burry my tongue deep inside her. Keeping my eyes locked on her soulful brown ones, I reach out with my tongue, flicking her clit, then pulling on the ring with my teeth. She pulls harder at my hair and moans as a fresh wave of her arousal seeps out, coating my face and chin. I let myself get lost in her taste, her smell and the sounds she’s making as I insert two of my long fingers inside, twisting and stretching her. I move my hand so that my thumb is circling her clit, opening up her entrance, making it possible to plunge my tongue deep inside her over and over. I finally remove my tongue and slowly push three fingers into her and work her clit like I’m eating my last meal. I feel her start to shake, her body showing me that I have all the control. I increase the intensity of my movements before removing my face from her center to watch it all unravel. My fingers force her over the edge as she whimpers and moans through her orgasm.
Placing her foot back on the floor, I keep hold of her as I stand because she honestly looks pretty fucking wobbly. Kicking off her shoes, she starts pawing at my shirt, trying to get it off. I pull it over my head while she proceeds to look me up and down, licking her lips when she sees the cocky smirk on my face. I let her wrap fall to the floor as I pick her up and carry her to the bed. My brain goes off the deep end, again, thinking of all the things I can do with her tiny body at the mercy of my hands.
When I set her down, she immediately lays back, pulling me on top of her and frantically attaching herself to my mouth. I wriggle out of my jeans, unknowingly making room for her little hand to instantly wrap around my throbbing cock. I start thrusting into her hand while sucking and biting at her tits. I just cant stop myself; I know there’s something about her knees and my cock and her throat, but it’s not making sense right now. I run my tongue along the skin of her neck, licking at the marks I have left there, and eventually make my way to her mouth. I plunge my tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth, I’m not even sure this constitutes as kissing, it’s just mouth-fucking, and I savor the uniqueness of her flavor. It feels so fucking good, right at this moment, my dick sliding along her wet folds, that I want nothing more than to sink right into that tight heat.
Suddenly she pushes on my chest, signaling for me to flip over. I roll onto my back, taking her with me so that she is now straddling my stomach. While kissing down my throat, she starts scooting her body lower until her pussy is perfectly lined up with the head of my cock. My hands fly to her hips as I rasp out around her nipple, “Condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” she groans out, trying with all her strength to push herself down on me, clearly upset with my interruption. The look in her eyes is positively feral, causing her to seem even more sexy, if that’s even possible.
“Are you sure?” I offer through gritted teeth, while using every bit of self control I have not to impale her.
My body is clearly upset with my interruption, as well.
“I trust you,” she breathes, closing her eyes tightly as she squirms in my hands, trying to gain some kind of friction.
I look into her eyes as I release her hips, sliding my hands up her back, gently trying to convey through my touch just how much those words mean to me. In that moment, I know with complete certainty that there will never be another.
This young woman has ruined me.
She gasps as she lowers herself so that just the head of my dick pushes inside. Her body tenses slightly and she drops her head forward, clamping her eyes shut. I grip her hips tightly, trying desperately to fight for some sense of self control. She braces herself with her hands on my chest as she slowly lowers her body the rest of the way, until her hips are flush with mine. Letting out a strangled groan, I try to muster up every bit of will power not to move. Holymotherfuckingchrist she is tight, and it feels so fucking good; hot and wet and pulsing around me. I can literally feel her heartbeat around my cock. Who wanted a condom? It is motherfucking heaven.
I finally feel her relax and shift above me, letting out a throaty moan. My eyes fly open, locking on hers, because I’ve got to see this.
“Holy shit, you’re huge,” she kind of breathlessly laughs, and I can feel her inner walls clench down with the movement. Oh my God, have I never had sex before? It just feels so un-fucking-believable and I’m helpless to do anything but groan out at the sensation. She smirks and then clenches her muscles again as she rolls her hips.
“Fuck, Bella,” I grind out through my clenched jaw, pushing my hips up while pulling her down and grinding my pelvic bone against her clit. Her eyes close as a loud whimper escapes her parted lips.
“I can feel each one of your piercings, Edward…fuck…it’s so intense, I…mmmm…”
She closes her eyes while reaching her hands up into her hair to lift it off her neck, effectively pushing her full tits together and creating the most spectacular cleavage. I want to bury my face in them as she continues to roll her hips and grind herself above me, but heaven help me, this view is fucking awesome. I reach up with one hand, running my fingers between the soft round mounds and down to her navel, then reach back up to cup my hand around her breast, feeling the weight of it in my palm. I pinch and pull at the nipple while my other hand kneads her ass as she bounces shamelessly above me, rolling her hips every time she sinks back down.
I can feel my balls start to tighten and I know I won’t last much longer. Placing my open palm between her breasts, I push softly so that she is leaning slightly backwards. She places her hands on my thighs behind her, crying out at how deep I am with the change in angle. I start thrusting furiously, watching as the flush creeps up her body from her tits to her cheeks, right before she tenses and calls out my name. She moves her hands back to my chest and starts riding me with abandon, thrashing her head from side to side, causing her dark hair to fly around us. I can still feel the warm throbbing of her pussy as she continues to ride out her orgasm. The combined sensation of her tight, wet heat, the sight of her full bouncing breasts, and her beautiful flushed face relaxed in a state of euphoria triggers my release. I tense, pulling her hips tight against me with one final thrust, grinding my pelvic bone hard against her. I come hard, grunting and panting her name against her lips before she leans forward to kiss me passionately, swallowing my moans. Laying all of her weight on top of me, we kiss for several more minutes before she collapses onto my chest, utterly spent.
Laying with her completely intertwined in my arms and legs, listening to her deep steady breathing, I run my hands through the silky strands of her hair, noticing how it looks almost black against the pale skin of her back. I reach out to trace along the flowers that adorn her arm and realize how much I am entirely overwhelmed by her beauty. Everything about this tiny woman calls to me, she’s like a siren. No woman has ever consumed me like this, and I want to know everything about the one who has.
I can’t believe that after all I have confided in her about my past, she still chooses to instill her trust in me. However, I’m still nervous that she’ll wake up and realize how inept I am concerning matters of the heart, and decide that I’m not worth the inconvenience. I want to learn, though. I am willing to learn, if she is willing to teach me.
The twenty-year old teaching the thirty-five year old…damn, I’m fucking old…and I still have shit to learn.
I know that I can’t promise to never hurt her, or to never make a mistake, but I can promise fidelity with complete certainty. Finally resolved in the fact that I will never give up trying to convince her of my worthiness for the risk, and I will never give her a reason to regret giving me her trust, I relax, letting her steady heartbeat lull me to sleep, with a new melody floating around in my mind.
Sometime during the night I feel her squirm against my body, running her open palm up across my stomach while kissing my chest. My body instantly reacts to her touch and I am undoubtedly ready for round two…
*~~*
The smell of bacon wafting through the apartment rouses me from my slumber. Rolling over, I reach out for Bella, only to find her side of the bed cold and empty. I quietly make my way down to the kitchen to find a freshly showered Bella bent over, looking into a cabinet with her glorious ass sticking up in the air. Fucking Christ.
“Do you even own a pair of shorts that completely cover this thing?” I tease, reaching out to grab a handful of her exposed cheek. She’s wearing these tiny grey shorts that say juicy on the ass. How fucking appropriate, I think to myself, as my dick springs to life, before adding, “It’s dangerous enough when it‘s covered, much less hanging out all over the fucking place.”
She turns her head, flashing me her sexy smirk while pushing back into my hard on, wiggling suggestively.
“Well, according to Rosalie, my ass is huge…so trying to find shorts to cover it is a lost cause, I’m afraid,” she informs me with mock regret, turning around so that her chest is flush with mine.
I slide my hands around her so that they’re cupping her ass, my fingers playing under the hem, as I declare, “Fucking Rosalie is just jealous because she doesn’t have one like this.” I squeeze hard to emphasize my point, making her squeal, “So is Emmett, by the way, and that’s a fact,” I add with a wink and a swat, making her ass jiggle and my dick twitch.
“Is it now?” she retorts dryly, rubbing the sting out from where I just smacked her.
I smirk, ignoring the reprimanding look she is giving me. “She really fucking said that shit, though?” I inquire, changing the subject, amazed at the nerve Rosalie has. God she is such a fucking bitch. I am instantly annoyed and wonder what game she is playing at.
“Yeah, right after she called you my sugar daddy.” she replies while rolling her eyes, laughing.
“I’ll happily be your sugar daddy,” I offer, leaning in to nip at her throat while rubbing my cock on her suggestively; equal parts aroused and apprehensive to tease her about our age difference. Just because I joke about it in my head, doesn’t make it a comfortable subject for her. I think it’s fucking hot, but nobody has ever accused me of normalcy.
To my pleasant surprise, she plays along, purring against my lips, “Mmmm, Papi…you feel so good,” as she cups me through my jeans, making me groan at the sensation. I feel like a sick bastard, but hearing her call me any version of ‘daddy’ is such a fucking turn on. She doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, so I continue grinding my hips against her hand while kneading her ass and sucking on her tongue. Images of fucking her on the counter assault my brain when she bites my lip before pulling away and chuckling. She goes back to the stove to finish the omelets she was making before, as if she didn’t just rub all over my junk.
Fucking tease
“Smells good,” I offer, snatching a piece of bacon from the plate and going to the fridge to grab the orange juice, noticing she’s already started a pot of coffee. Good girl.
Ungh, fuck, that can mean so many different things…with the daddy…and our ages…and that delicious ass…
Shaking my head, I hop up onto the counter, watching as she moves around the kitchen with ease while wearing those ridiculous shorts. She’s also wearing long socks with leopard print chucks, and, fuck, my wife beater sans bra, giving me a nice little glimpse of her dark, hardened nipples. She’s sporting her glasses, which are sexy as fuck, throwing me into a little librarian fantasy. Mmmm, Bella over my desk…
“Oh Papi, I’m sorry I was so loud, I just can’t help it…”
Okay, focus…
Breakfast.
It feels oddly domestic having her here like this, and to my surprise, I like it. I’m a little sad that we’re leaving today and it will be quite a while before we spend another morning like this.
As she finishes plating the food, which smells fucking delicious, by the way, I pull her to stand in between my legs. I brush a piece of hair away from her face that has escaped her messy bun and let my hand rest against her neck, gently running my thumb against her throat, before brushing it softly across her full, bottom lip.
Looking into her eyes there is a hundred things I want to tell her. For instance, I would love to thank her for accepting me into her life despite my age, past, lack of relationship knowledge, emotional ineptness, complete lack of verbal filter, possessiveness, and hard ass demeanor . Not to mention, the women who won’t accept the fact that I am now unavailable. I want to thank her for giving me a chance to discover what it is like to be cared for and to care for someone other than myself, for giving me someone to come home to…for choosing me. But out of fear of scaring her away with my intensity, coupled with the fact that I have yet to take a moment and process my feelings in my own head, I settle for a simple embrace. I hope she can feel my gratitude for her acceptance and my determination to be good enough for her through this simple action. I decide to punctuate my silent declaration with a kiss, an intense but chaste kiss. This woman has me all tied up in fucking knots, but it’s all really sort of refreshing.
We’re taking a private plane to Denmark, so I inform Bella that there will probably not be any paparazzi and she can wear whatever the fuck she wants…as long as she wears a bra. Yeah, that’s right, I don’t want any other motherfucker looking at her perky little nipples. Sue me.
The plane isn’t scheduled to leave until ten tonight, leaving the whole day for us to lounge around and get last minute things taken care of. Since the car isn’t coming for us until eight, the rest of the gang is arriving around five to eat dinner together before we depart.
Alice and Jasper arrive first and Alice immediately jumps into Bella’s arms, whispering something in her ear that causes her to look over at me and blush while nodding. When Alice finally settles down, she tells Bella that she has brought her portfolio for her to go through on the plane. I knew they would get along great right away. They have a kinship, both being artists. I had the privilege of looking at Bella’s work earlier today. She watched me intently as I thumbed through her portfolio. She’s an amazing photographer. She showed me some photos of the desert she is planning to use for her book, and she also showed me some black and white erotic nudes she had done for her last publication, Sensuality. They were fucking stunning. I asked her about doing photos like that of us to hang in my bedroom, but she just smiled and changed the subject. I hope she doesn’t think I’m going to drop it that easily, though. I will definitely be bringing that up again in the future.
Jacob, Leah, Jared and Embry are the next to arrive, with the pizza and beer, which is typical nourishment for those gargantuan motherfuckers. Leah immediately scurries off to join Bella and Alice in the living room, while I lead the guys to the kitchen to set the food out. Quil and his girlfriend Claire, along with our manger Peter and his wife, Charlotte, show up next, leaving only Emmett and Rosalie missing. My blood boils at the thought of how that harpy has treated Bella, and my mind drifts back to a conversation I had with Emmett yesterday.
~Flashback~
Emmett and I are sitting in Jasper’s basement, waiting for him to return with the takeout dinner we’ve ordered from our favorite hole-in-the-wall Thai restaurant. He brings up Bella, and I’m already in a piss-ass mood because I am fucking starving, so the last thing I want is to have to endure the third degree about my relationship status.
“So, what’s gong on with you and Bella?” his overly cautious tone ruins his not-so-subtle attempt at nonchalance.
“What do you mean?” I ask with wide eyes, deliberately playing dumb, forcing him to come out and say whatever the fuck it is he wants to say, rather than beating around the bush.
“Well, uh, well, I was just wondering how things are going with you two…I know that Rosie has been less than welcoming with her and I just want to make sure that her attitude has not negatively affected the progress in your relationship in any way,” he prompts, reaching up to rub the back of his thick neck awkwardly.
“Oh, that,” I deadpan, looking him straight in the eye while the irritation rings through in my voice loud and clear. I know it isn’t his fault that Rosalie is such a bitch, but it still pisses me the fuck off. “You know, it’s a good thing Bella isn’t easily intimidated, because your wife would have probably scared anyone else off by now.” The disgust in referring to her as his wife is freely rolling off my tongue.
“Yeah,” he sighs dejectedly “I’m really sorry about that, but you know how she is…she hates not being the center of attention and she feels threatened right now. I’ve never seen her like this before, Edward.” I raise my eyebrow at him because that really isn’t an explanation. He continues, “Alice wasn’t a threat the same way Bella is. She just came in quietly, never making a fuss and never stepping on anyone’s toes, you know? Like, I mean, of course the little sprite is cute and all, but she kinda has this whole other vibe going on, so there was never really a comparison there…” he trails off trying desperately with his eyes to make me understand.
“So?” I know I’m an asshole, but I really don’t understand where he’s going with all this bullshit.
“So, you bring Bella in and ‘BAM!’, it’s like instant competition, you know?”
“No, I don’t know, Emmett. Bella is NOTHING like Rosalie,” I seethe, glaring at him. How dare he fucking compare them! There is no goddamn comparison.
He must sense the anger and bitterness in my tone, because he rushes to explain, “Well, what I mean is that Bella is fuckin’ beautiful, and hot, and she has a bangin’ body, you know? She’s sexy, and she’s young…and…well she was able to turn the one head that Rosalie never could. And not only turn it, man, but bring him to his fuckin’ knees.” Looking at me pointedly, he takes a deep breath and then continues dropping his gaze to the floor, “It’s been hard on her seeing the ‘unattainable’ Edward Cullen change his whole fuckin’ lifestyle, falling all over this girl like she has a golden pussy or something.” he pauses for a brief moment before adding, “No offence, bro”
“You have got to be kidding me!” I shout. “And you’re seriously okay with this shallow, fucked up excuse of an explanation?” I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. How can he possibly be sympathetic to this shit?
“I love her, man.” he looks so sad, and it only serves to piss me off more.
Fuck Rosalie Hale.
~End Flashback~
I’m pulled out of my reverie by Bella’s arms sliding around my waist. “You okay?” she asks, sincerity shining in her beautiful brown eyes. Leaning down to press my lips against hers, I merely nod as I brush a wayward strand of her dark hair behind her ear. She flashes me a dimpled grin, before making her way over to the counter to load her plate up with pizza. She laughs exuberantly at something Jacob says, then turns to wink at me. It’s wonderful to see her completely at ease around the most prominent people in my life. It just adds to the confirmation that she belongs here.
Shortly after we all start to eat, Emmett shows up with his shrew in tow. It takes all of my self control not to lay into her upon their entrance for the way she insulted Bella yesterday. Instead of making a scene, however, I merely wrap my arms around my Bella, making sure to grab a handful of her juicy ass, and pull her into my chest. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I shout out my greeting, informing them that there is pizza and beer in the kitchen. Standing between my legs while I sit at a barstool, she snakes her hands around my waist, sliding them into the back pockets of my jeans, while she bites at my collarbone and works her way up my throat. It feels so fucking good. I tilt my head to the side to give her more room, while pulling her into my rock hard cock, groaning loudly, not even caring that there are people in the room with us. It’s not until I hear the catcalls and teasing that I snap out of my lust-induced fog enough to open my eyes, not bothering to pull away. As a matter of fact, the small audience instigates me to slide one hand up into her hair pushing her head firmer against my neck while slithering the other underneath her shorts to palm her bare ass. This only causes her to moan loudly…so I suck harder. I can feel her sharp little teeth digging into my flesh as she grinds shamelessly against me, and the fact that people are watching only serves to turn me on more. Who knew I was an exhibitionist?
Bella must be one, as well, because she trails her tongue up the side of my face, dipping it into my ear as she whispers, “Do you like having their eyes on us, topolino ?” She bites on my earlobe and then continues, “Do you like for them to see me marking you? Do you want them to see that you belong to me?”
“Fuck, Bella,” I rasp out, my voice thick with tension. I want nothing more than to take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her. God she is so sexy. I love when she talks dirty, the naughty little thing. I can think of a few things I’d like to do with that filthy, sexy mouth.
“Jesus, I can’t leave you two alone for five seconds!” Alice bellows grabbing, Bella by the hand and dragging her out of the room, effectively ending our heated moment. I look up at the three pairs of shocked eyes, and I smirk while taking a sip of my beer.
“What?” I ask, letting the smugness settle into my features.
“That was seriously the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen…” Jared trails off in awe.
“She was totally performing man, you’ve got yourself a wild one. She looks all sweet and innocent with those big brown eyes, but she is fuckin’ feisty…and the ass on her, fuck,” Embry throws in as he adjusts his pants as Emmett bursts out laughing.
I turn my glare on them, “Watch it,” I warn, my voice low and threatening. “That’s my girl, and you will not fucking disrespect her…ever,” I snarl pointing my finger at them to make it very clear that I am not fucking around.
I feel that the finger pointing makes me intimidating.
Embry and Jared both nod, looking properly chastised. Those motherfuckers know better than to fuck with me. I will not hesitate to knock any one of those assholes the fuck out. Bastards. Emmett rolls his eyes at me while shaking his head, muttering under his breath, “Chill, bro. They didn’t mean any disrespect, besides it was fuckin’ hot.”
I let it go, because Emmett is right, they didn’t mean any disrespect. I really need to get this Neanderthal bullshit under control, because all too soon, the whole fucking world is going to be looking and talking about her that way, and there isn’t shit I can do about it, aside from keeping my hands, mouth and dick to myself while in public-- and there is no fucking way that shit‘s happening. Besides, she is hot as fuck…and she’s all mine.
The car pulls up shortly before eight and the driver loads our bags. The ride to the airport is short, and luckily there is no visible paparazzi when we arrive on the air strip. As we make our way onto the plane, images of sneaking Bella off for some alone time invade my mind when she bends over to rummage through her bag, giving me a spectacular view of her tits. She looks up at me, licking her full pouty lips slowly before tugging at her tongue ring with her teeth. I’m bombarded with thoughts of having those lips wrapped around my cock as she swallows me deep down her throat…
Hmmm, we do have two hours…
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