The ride down in the elevator was torture.
The elevator was silent, the soft hum of the mechanics floating in the background. She stood in front of me, slightly to the side, fidgeting with her fingers.
The tension from earlier in the studio room, still heavy in the air. I let my eyes roam her figure hungryily drinking in the view of ass, in that dangerously short and tight skirt.
My eyes traced her curves, imagining it was my hands outlining her perfect waist , tracing her perfect curves. My palms caressing her soft smooth skin, Kissing every inch of her, driving her to pure ecstasy
It took everything in me not to pin her up against these elevator doors, rip her cloths of her and f**k her over and over again till he couldn’t walk and her pretty cunt was dripping my juices
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