Mr. Sinclair

k and kissed her lips. She let him take the lead and he was doing a pretty good job. She help

her warmth. She went down on both knees and looked up at his face with ey

hair loosely with his right hand. Things got more heated up when she hummed aloud with his manhood still in her mouth... the vibration made him go

se, aren’t you, Miss

had been waiting for a moment like this, to

I ain’t begging”. He smirked and tried to

u’ll be having a

orced himself to say.

w, that wasn’t s

and kissed her neck, holding her hands up above her head with one hand while massaging her nipple with the other. She purred in pleasure, loving the way he made her feel. He brought his fingers to her clit and felt her readin

pain as tears flo

. She nodded. “The heck! Why didn’t you say something

't stop". S

This isn’

ase fuck me, Mr. Sinclair...” She begged

ored the voice of reasoning at the back of his

, then he started to move rhythmically in and out of her wet core. She held unto him for dear life as her body was getting used to the feeling. When he felt that her body had adjusted, he increased his pace. He was gen

ed, he pulled out and

asked. "Why didn’t you tel

he managed to reply. “

fallen asleep. "Some seductress you are, crying like a little girl"... He shook hi

NEX

!!!!!" She

ped out of bed

to her chest. "What did you do to

at her: “Miss Moore, the thing is, you were drugged last night by your friends, I saved you from a completely terrible ordeal, some guys would have

me by having sex with me?!!" She was not having any of that, she got down from the bed stil

black gown on the table with her underwear. On the fl

d them?" S

last night, so I had to put

would be so thoughtful, but tha

e, trust me, it was never my intention. I was wrong, I sho

d?" She asked, not loo

d went downstairs feeling like an idio

on a pair of black yoga pants and a

to go home first. I will be a little late". S

e called, but sh

caring if she knew where she was

t walked out through. He made a call. “Frank