Ryan smiled. Tonight they would not be fucking. It was amazing what someone could do with a bit of imagination. He wouldn’t tell her what he planned. Stripping the bra from her body, he admired the rounded curves of her tits. Nipples were hard, pressing up, begging for his lips.

He took one of her hands and brought it around her back to press over the hard ridge of his shaft. “All night I’ve been hard thinking about this moment.”

Kissing her neck, he cupped one of her tits, pinching th

e nipple. She crossed her legs, causing friction from the pressure. Slapping her thigh, he ordered her to open her legs. “You will not be touching your pretty clit until I’m ready.”

She growled in frustration.

Pinching her nipple hard, he moved back from her. “Go to the edge of the bed and bend over. I want to see that piece of red between your ass.” He removed his jacket then opened the cuffs of his shirt. Watching her step to the edge of the bed, bend over and rest on her palms, he finally removed his shirt.

The ink stood out. She’d never seen him completely naked. By the end of the night she’d see every part of him.

Grabbing the chair he kept in the room, he moved it so he sat staring at her ass.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m looking at you.”

The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Looking closer he saw the fabric over her pussy was wet from her arousal.

Running a finger up the inside of her thigh, he listened to her moan. Stroking over the small triangle covered her mound, he asked, “Are you wet?”

“You know I am,” she said.

Ryan spanked the cheek of her ass, moving to the edge of the chair. She cried out but didn’t pull away. Jesse really didn’t know how strong she actually was.

He followed the line of the string going between her ass up to the base of her back. Down he followed the line until he cupped her pussy in his palm. Sliding his fingers beneath the red fabric he touched her cream-soaked slit.

Jesse cried out as he glided a finger over her clit then down to penetrate her cunt. “Now that’s what I consider wet,” he said, feeling her tighten around him.

Removing his hands, he moved the thong out of his way getting a clearer view of her puckered anus and her creamy slit. She knelt naked while he still wore his dress pants.

“I wish Natalie was here now. I’d get her to take a picture of your pussy.” Leaning back, he simply stared at the perfection of her.

When he could stand it no longer, he pushed the chair out of his way, taking hold of her hips he flipped her around to face him. Jesse landed on the bed. Her tits bouncing as he moved her up to rest against his pillows, blonde hair spread out.

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