Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The Christmas party was utterly boring until she sashayed into the room. Her dress clung to her curves, making my mouth water and the warm glow of her chocolate skin had me wanting to drink her in like hot Cocoa. I could tell she was shy even though all the light in the room seemed to gravitate toward her. The men clamored around, making her giggle and blush, but when I stepped into her circles of admirers, her dark eyes focused only on me. “Good Evening,” I pressed in tight against her side, with all of the men panting as they watched. “Let me get you a drink?”
Her chin dipped low, and her thick lashes fluttered as she nodded. “What’s your name?” I was close enough to whisper in her ear and feel how her body was reacting to mine. Her rise rose and fell in shallow breaths, but when she looked up at me, lust swirled in the depths of her gaze.
“Samantha Swaybottom,” she murmured, and it was then that I knew… Tonight, Miss Swaybottom would be all mine.
Swooning For Swaybottom
I laced my fingers in hers and gently pulled her from the crowd of drooling men. Her soft, stocking-covered thighs rubbed together when her ass swayed to and for following me. Only I didn’t lead her to the bar. Our heels click clacking in sync as I brought her to the elevator. She looked at me confused and then pointed back to the bar. “But I thought?” her soft voice mewed at me, and I smirked.
She moaned when I pulled her flush against my tits and allowed my lips to graze her neck before I whispered in her ear, “The drink of choice I wish to get you is a mouth full of my dripping pussy juices.” She melted into me, and I think I felt her trembling with excitement. “Since you’ve made me so wet looking as divine as you do, I thought it was only fitting that you be the one to take care of it.” She moaned again when my hand slid down her spine to palm her asscheek. I gave it a squeeze as the elevator door opened and ushered her inside.
“Yes, please.” She smiled, and before the doors even closed, I pressed Miss Swaybottom against the wall, my right knee pressing in between her thighs and grinding it up against her pussy which felt just as needy as mine, and kissed her deeply. Her hands clung to my waist as if she would melt at my feet if she didn’t hold on.
“Be a good girl and let them all hear what they’ll be missing,” I whispered against her throat as my hand dipped under her dress to stroke her clit. The doors began to close, but not before Sammy let out the sexiest, most breathless moan of desire I’d ever heard.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357