She was blown away by these gifts and quickly donned them beforestretching out on the bed.She ran her hands over her body, now covered by the sexy and silkyclothing, and her pussy began to heat up. Her Mother would never allowher to own or wear such clothing as she considered them whorish.It was less than ten minutes later that Jen heard Flint's powerfulstreet rod pull into the driveway and her heart began to beat faster.The next time she looked up he was standing at the doorway to the room."Beautiful," was all he said at the sight of the stunning teen in herblack lingerie.Jen jumped to her knees and embraced him when he reached the side of thebed. As their tongues mingled in each other's mouths he began to undressand was soon down to his briefs. The sight of his erect pole strainingagainst the material filled her with desire.She placed her small hands on the waistband and slowly tugged them down,allowing his cock to spring free. Jen moved back and allowed Flint tojoin her on the bed. She didn’t want the attention; she only wanted to dance, alone with her martini. It was then I stood from my stool at the bar, downing the last of my scotch; it stung as it rushed down my throat, but the burning was pleasant…it was how I imagined she would feel – a pleasant burning. She was fire and I was waiting to be lit. I moved to where she was dancing, her hips moving in time to the pounding in my ears which I could only assume was the music – or was it my own blood pounding, enraged, in my skull? Whichever one, the lust that pulled at me was too strong to stop now. I clashed through the crowd until her back was to my front, then I paused…I hesitated for just a moment, nearly afraid of her reaction. No. I had come this far. So with a quick hand I caressed the meat of her thigh, pulling her roughly back against me, my member delighting at the contact, a warm sensation moving throughout my body as I thrust myself against her. Spinning around, she didn’t miss a beat. At that.
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