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Mounted
Date: 4/17/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 64.7, Source: sexstories.com
" Word on the street is that you're quite a kinky bastard," Molly smirked, her amazingly blue eyes filling with seductive intrigue as she sipped her wine. Barely 5'2" tall, her legs dangled off the bar stool without touching the floor, and she pivoted her chair in a nervous gesture that allowed me to gaze for a moment at her legs. Though not leggy, she had adorned herself with black fishnet stockings and a pair of black high heels. An attention getter. I begin to raise my scotch glass to my lips, then paused halfway. " Who says that?" I cocked an eyebrow, my cold dark eyes filling with intrigue. I sipped from the glass slowly, then took a moment to scratch absently at my gray hair. My rough lined skin and gray hair had interested her eyes; my smirk and sophistcated mannerisms has kept her interest. " The rumor mill, Mr. Malone. The vicious Dallas Society rumor mill," Molly grinned, and pivoted on her stool to sit her glass down. My laugh is sinister. My face shows no signs of guilt; no protest that what she alleges is a lie. I swallowed down my last sip of scotch, and smiled invitingly at her as I reached into my baggy jeans for a wallet. " I'm leaving this dump. You want to come find out about those rumors?" She laughed at this not so subtle, subtle hint, grabbing her purse and taking a final sip from her glass. " Where to?" she inquired with a smile as I took her small hand and lead her out into the dirty street of lower Greenville. " My apartment," I winked as I stopped ...