Control

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Walshy grabbed her arm and pulled her over to a tall table in a quiet corner that was shielded from view by plants and trees.

“Sit down.” He ordered, placing the bottle of champagne on the table and pouring them both a glass.

“Yes, sir.” Kylie said sarcastically, sitting down on the tall stool next to the table and crossing her arms and legs. Walshy smirked and sat down on the stool next to her, pulling hers around so they were facing each other.

“Got a right attitude, haven’t you?” Walshy smirked. He reached over and unfolded her arms, staring at her chest as he did so. He ran his hands down Kylie’s body to her legs, sending shivers down her spine. He uncrossed her legs and pushed them apart, looking hungrily at her thighs and the gap in her skirt. Kylie felt herself getting wet while he was staring at her. “That’s better.” He said.

“What do you want?” Kylie said, trying to stay cool.

Walshy’s eyes travelled back up her body slowly, until he was looking into her eyes. Kylie stared back, determined not to crumble under his gaze, even though her blood was rushing and she could feel herself getting wetter.

“Where’s your new boyfriend?” Walshy asked, smirking again.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Kylie replied, picking up her glass and drinking from it.

“It sure looked that way when he was bending you over on national TV, darling.” Walshy said, staring into her eyes again. Kylie blushed.

“What?” Walshy laughed. “It was a great watch darling, I could see your titties bouncing everywhere, it looked like he gave you a right good seeing to.”

“Yeah he did.” Kylie said, staring back at him, wanting to annoy him.

“Did he make you c*m?” He asked, leaning closer, a little smile playing around his mouth.

“Yeah.” Kylie said. Walshy smirked more as he leaned even closer to her. She could feel his breath tickling her neck, he smelled so good, his body felt so warm.

“I bet I can make you c*m harder.” He whispered, kissing her neck and then biting it. His hands made his way to her chest, massaging her boobs, then squeezing and tickling her n*****s through her top.

“I bet you can’t.” Kylie said, pushing him away. Her n*****s were tingling, her stomach was fluttering, she felt all hot and horny as f**k. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to make it easy.

Walshy laughed and grabbed her throat, pushing her head back.

“We’ll see then, shall we?” He said, pushing his hand up her skirt and roughly pulling her knickers off.