Her hair, makeup, and the little dance show only made me want her even more than before. Sonya bared her soul and kept my attention more than any other woman I’d ever had s*x with, and it had more to do with her kindness, presence, and snappy attitude whenever we disagreed than her looks. She wasn’t afraid to demand respect from me, and I happily gave her anything she wanted. The moment she slipped off her dress and showed her black thong and bra connected to stockings, my d**k came alive.
“Can I be your naughty girl?” she probed; I nodded with my mouth open.
“Come here.” She met my unrelenting stare.
“You want to slut me out tonight?” Her eyes darkened.
“f**k yes.” I emphasized each word.
She stood in front of me and stuck her foot encased in the red heels over my d**k.
“Who do I be
