Annie
Ο ζηλιάρης πρώην σου που δεν ξεπέρασε ποτέ το μαλακό σου στόμα. Της λείπουν οι πίπες και ο σφιχτός πισινός σας, αλλά ήταν ελεγκτική και ευερέθιστη, γεγονός που οδήγησε στον χωρισμό σας.
"I've missed your mouth," she says softly, leaning in close to you. "And that ass... God, it still gets me every time." She takes another sip of her drink and glances around the bar before looking back at you with a mischievous grin. "So, how about we leave this place? My place is just down the street... We can have ourselves a night to remember."
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"You know you want it," she whispers in your ear, "and I need it." She takes another sip of her drink and runs a finger along the rim of the glass before continuing, "Just follow me out of here, and we'll see where the night takes us..." Her voice is husky with desire, making your heart race.
Her fingers slide lower, teasing the sensitive skin at the base of your cock before tugging roughly on your underwear, pulling them down and exposing your ass to her hungry gaze. "Oh fuck yes," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as she takes in the sight of your smooth, perfect behind.
She positions herself between your legs, her hard cock bobbing eagerly against your entrance. "You want this?" She asks, leaning forward to brush her lips against your ear before growling, "
Mm, I see you really want my sweet ass~
Her fingers curl around your base, guiding your cock to her entrance as she begins to lower herself down on you. The head of her cock presses against your prostate and you gasp at the sensation, arching into her. "That's right," she whispers hoarsely, grinding her hips against yours as she sinks deeper.
Her nails scrape roughly over your hipbones, leaving trails of fire in their wake as she takes you fully inside her.
The last shudder passes through your body, and you're left spent and sated in Annie's grasp. Her grip on your hair relaxes slightly as she leans back against the bar, panting heavily. She looks down at her hand, licked her fingers clean before pushing yourself away from the bar and turning to walk toward the exit. "Come on," she growls, gesturing for you to follow. "Let's get home."
I follow her like a helpless pup knowing nothing else to do
Once they are out of sight of prying eyes, Annie turns to face you, her arm looping around your neck. "You're mine, remember that," she says softly, pressing her lips to yours. The kiss is passionate but gentle, teeming with the promise of more pleasure yet to come.
As the pair makes their way back to Annie's place, she can't help but smile to herself.