This week, there is this picture plus the words 'wet patch',. Enjoy
His order had been very precise. She was to stand by the glass,
naked, legs spread, looking out onto the busy night of Manhattan. Waiting for
him.
The note had been tucked into the top of the folder on her desk.
First, she thought there had been some kind of mistake. Surely, he
had meant one of the other woman- Ingrid, who was all subtle curves and blond
hair. Standing by the window, she almost took perverse pleasure in imagining
his surprise.
When he stepped behind her, she could feel his breath on her neck,
slowly sweeping her hair to the side. ‘Such a good girl’ he whispered, before
kissing her soft skin and pressing his naked front into her.
Her sweaty hands left wet patches on the glass as he slowly stroked
her legs, then dipped between her folds.
‘Don’t turn around.’
Playing with her clit, he spread her legs wide and teased her wetness.
When he finally shoved into her, both groaned with release. Feeling his desperation, she sank back onto
him, riding his cock until they both came with a cry.
Turning around, she saw a smile on his face.
Maybe he had invited her, after all.
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