5
Pete
Jesus Christ, this was one ballsy woman, but she wasn’t fooling me. I could tell that some of my words were getting to her. She was thinking about it now, how it might be for us together. I wondered how long it had been since she was properly f****d by a man who knew what he was doing. Looking her up and down from where I sat, I indulged in a fantasy of what it would be like to command her to stand and strip. I knew that body was hot as hell and that p***y…god, I had a feeling it was tight and wet.
Yeah, I knew she was wet. I could tell by the way she was squirming there in the chair. Women often try to hide this kind of reaction and I had seen it before, but there was no fooling me. I could see it now—her n*****s were starting to harden and I could detect the outline of her tigh
