1. Private Interview


    Date: 3/14/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 58.3, Source: sexstories.com

    glance in my direction. I curl my finger, once. She returns to my side. When she reaches me she faces the window once again. She lets me press my body against her from behind. She lets me place my arms around her. She eases back against me when I pull. I take her in my arms, enjoying the feel of her skin. " Put your hands behind my head," I say, looking at her eyes in the glass as they look back at me, admiring the way she follows my instructions. Her hands reach up and back, elbows high, torso stretched, spine nicely arched, breasts forced upwards and out. I take a breast in each hand and start to move to the music again. She moves in time with me. Her body is soft, smooth and firm in the right places. Stretched and perky breasts have always turned me on. I flick the front fastening bra. I move it aside and cup what is within. Plump breasts that fill my hand. " So how long have you been a model," I ask ... this soft ... young ... thing. " Three years," she replies. Her English pronunciation is pretty good. I gaze at her breasts in the reflection in the window ... and the broad hands fondling them ... and the way she watches my hands, and the way her own are stretched behind my head, one near an ear. " Play with my ears," I tell her, and watch in the window as she starts to. Her fingertips are neat and slender. She finds a lobe and gently strokes. My eyes drift closed. I run my hands down her front. The soft smoothness of her skin, the slight concavity of stomach, tiny indent ...
    of navel, muscle stretched taught on either side. My fingertips come to the shoe-string waistband of her wild thong. I slip my hand inside the narrow band of fabric sliding enticingly lower. Her pubis beneath is bare. I slip my fingers over her pussy lips and start to explore her. I am intrigued and encouraged at how slick and moist she has already become. She arches her back. I roll her clitoris, once then twice. She arches her back again. I open my eyes. The reflection of her body in the window is neat, compact. It feels much softer, and is a lot warmer, than it looks in the window. Her eyes, I note, have closed, though her fingertips continue to play with my ear – one of her fingers appears to be searching for the opening. I lean forward slightly, curling round her, I try slipping my middle finger inside her small very tight pussy. She is damp. Honey-damp. Her legs open wider as my finger tries pushing inside her, and her back squirms urgently then groans ' NO...stop it hurts...please," rolling her head against my chin. My other hand switches from breast to breast, nipple to nipple. I watch her open lips and hear the tiny gasps. Her lips forms an 'O', as she moans softly. I turn her head putting my lips on hers. She squirms around to face me, pulling my head to hers, probing my mouth with her tongue. The little vixen, is going for it! We shuffle towards the bed. This lovely little cutie, naked but for her stockings and heels – her thong is at her knees – and me, the bull. ...
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