1. So I Had A Bad Day


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: ova9bbc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Trembling slightly, you brush some errant curls back from your cheeks. Breaking my stare, you take a deep breath and close your eyes. You obviously are gathering your composure. My eyes drop to your obvious charms as your bid for control pushes them against your plain white shirt. It shows an enticing amount of cleavage as your chest swells, much too briefly for my liking.. "Here, let me give you some money to pay for that to be cleaned," you state in the smooth, firm voice used by teachers on recalcitrant students. Squeezing the wrist I still hold, the very edges of my lips curling up at your gasp of pain. I slowly shake my head, watching as you bite your lip. Again, you are obviously trying to figure out how to handle this situation with both dignity and effect. The small furrow between your brows and the sight of your teeth indenting the full smoothness of your lip sends a quiver of desire through me. Oh yes, you'll definitely do, with your heady combination of confidence and vulnerability. "No? What do you mean, 'no'? If you don't want me to pay for your shirt, then kindly let me go!" You tug at your wrist, as if to remind me that I am still holding your captive. The feral grin I shoot you at your actions sends a shiver of apprehension along your frame, visible to my discerning eye. "A couple of bucks won't pay for this... this rag.... Thanks lady, this is now the most expensive dustcloth you've ever seen. Not to mention my skin is sticky and my pants are wet, too." At ...
    my low, growling tone, your eyes scan my chest, waist, hips, widening in dismay at the saturated fabric darkened by your clumsiness. Tilting your chin, I feel you stiffen your spine. This, meanwhile, causes my vision to once more lock on your assets. Tossing your hair, you icily decree that if I'll follow you out to your car, you'd be more than happy to write me a check to cover the damages. Swallowing my grin of triumph, I merely nod, motioning you to precede me through the crowd. I am still glaring at you. Once your back is turned and the click-click of your heels tells of your own rising temper, I openly smile. Admiring the straight line of your back, I enjoy seeing the swing of your dark red curls against that white shirt, the sway of your hips wrapped in a snug black skirt and those long, sexy legs. I picture them wrapped around my waist as I explode inside of you. As we work our way through the crowd to the door, I am caught between my growing lust for the curvy figure in front of me and my rage at how this day has gone. Exiting the bar, the cold air on my wet clothing makes my breath hiss, a sound that makes you flush again even as your step quickens. I lengthen my stride to match yours. Catching glimpses of your nipples visibly hardening in the winter night air, I noticed your jacket was forgotten in the bar. The chirp and flashing lights of your disabled alarm let me know which car is yours. Opening your door, you set one knee on the seat and bend over, fumbling for ...
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