He takes me to his, its just easier. I'm too nervous to protest, and he notices. Silence is golden and awkward. To say we are strangers, isn't a lie, it just isn't the whole truth either. He knows me quite well, he's spent a long time with me.
Just not in this context.
He made me feel dirty and precious all at once. It was making me shiver up and down spine, he pushed me up against a wall. His skin felt smooth and comforting against mine. I ached for him, I pressed closer to him trying climb into him. I needed him. He pulled my panties down and tossed me down on the sofa.
I spread my legs wide for him, smiling devilishly we both knew I am wicked girl. He knelt beside the sofa, smiling right back.
His face was buried in pussy, he was licking at my clit like a man starving for a steak. He promised me this and so much more. I couldn't help myself, he made me want to be a submissive. My hips arched up as I gasped wetly. He licked my aching pussy nice and slowly, making me drip. I trembled and squealed as he made me cum. I could barely breathe it felt so good, he just smiled up at me and laughed.
"Good girl." He said.
"Thank you." I said with a smile as I watched him move closer to me.
His cock is magnificent as I looked up at him, I opened my mouth wide offering it to him. He gladly accepted shoving it in, the force choked me.