DEAR LOVER; YOUR LIFE IS MINE TO TAKE

JET2 HOLIDAY

Scarlet...

Nothing beats a Jet2 holiday… I replayed the sound that kept ringing in my ears during the daytime when teenagers stopped by, as I untied my apron.

Maybe this is my Jet2 holiday, I tried to rid my mind of the uncertainties that were slowly creeping in.

What if this is just another mistake?

What if he is really one of them?

Well, if he was sent to kill me, he should have given it away before now.

Or maybe just like me, he was a slow and cunning tortoise.

I hung the apron on the nail in the wall and took a deep breath as I walked towards the restroom.

The sound of a rushing tap caught my attention as I opened the door, but the room was dark.

I turned on the light, and there he already was, looking even more graceful than ever.

He must be a cat to have walked past the changing room without me noticing - a very horny cat at that.

His sweatshirt looked quite different - more blue than it was earlier - but then the light in the bar was dimmer.

His brows furrowed slightly as I sashayed towards him, saying nothing until I stood in front of him.

‘You are something else, Mr…’ I waited for him to say his name, so I would be sure it didn’t ring a bell.

‘I am?’ he replied, his voice huskier than it had been when we were still in the bar.

It sounded nothing close to the tenor I just heard him sing.

Ohh! What a hard d**k will do to a man.

I closed the small space between us and brushed my hands over the front of his pants.

It was flat down there, no sign of a hardening c**k.

‘Or maybe not,’ I made sure not to hide the disappointment in my voice as I stared him dead in the eye, and then turned to leave.

He pulled me back by my hair and pushed me towards the sink, bringing me face to face with my own reflection in the mirror.

‘Maybe not what?’ he whispered into my ear as he rammed his waist into my tush.

There was no way I would have missed the rock that was forming between his legs.

A low moan I could not help escaped my throat, and his green eyes sparked with heat.

Strange…

I could have sworn his eyes were blue while we were at the bar.

I had no time to think about that as I felt his hands tracing their way up my thighs, slow and delicious.

I opened my eyes to look at him in the mirror, but he wasn’t behind me. I was going to turn around when I felt his warm tongue on my thighs.

Oh! It’s been so long that I felt this tingling sensation. A long time since I felt this canal satisfaction - and I wanted more.

His tongue, like his fingers, trailed down the crevice of my thighs until it found the dark hollow between them.

I almost screamed when his teeth grazed my p***y, but chuckled lightly when he buried his tongue deep into me.

Not what I had expected at all.

I had looked forward to those fingers playing the strings in my p***y, but his tongue let all the right keys sing their own melodies.

He f****d me hard and good with his tongue, so that I almost forgot what a d**k feels like inside me.

I found myself bending over on the sink to open myself more to him, I found myself squeezing my own titties as I felt sharp neurons flashing down to glory land.

He stopped f*****g me, and before I could grumble my dissatisfaction, he whirled me around in one swift motion and looked down at my chest, where my hand still was.

‘I love to please my women myself,’ he said and shoved my hand away.

He freed one of my n*****s and sucked on it like that was the best candy he had ever tasted.

He grabbed my butts just in time and guided my hands to his bulging c**k, which was already freed from its cage and wet with his own precum.

He bit me really hard on my n*****s as I guided him into me.

Even the wetness of my p***y did not grant him safe passage to my wonderland. It had been too long since I had s*x, and my kitty needed more time to adjust to the dragon he hoarded between his legs.

‘f**k!’ He paused his torment on my n*****s, to mouth, ‘You are so f*****g tight. Should I be worried about making a mess?’

He didn’t pause his slow penetration as he looked into my eyes and asked.

‘No,’ I barely said, before he rammed hard into me.

I opened my legs wider to let him f**k me, enjoying the brutality of every pounce in me.

There was no trace of the man I had met earlier in the bar - the soft and gentleman who looked like the kind of man who keeps asking a woman mid s*x if he’s hurting her, or if he is doing it right.

I loved the dangerous brutality this man carried, the confidence with which he grabbed my ass and held me in place as he rendered deep, endless thrusts into me.

I saw the beauty of the galaxy; I felt the hotness of the sun and the chills in Uranus, as he took my n****e in his mouth again, his beautiful eyes trained on me the whole time.

Oh god!

This has to be the best nightstand I have ever had.