The Temptress

were asleep, or to put it differently, when they took a little break from their intimate time. I couldn't understand how they had so much ener

d made. Because I knew it was her. Piper didn't even come back until later, and probably had to reheat his dinner. Yes, I felt awful for leaving Erica to eat by herself, and even worse when she knocked on my

uality," I mum

pain was still there. Actual, physical

ling me to dig in and that she hoped I liked it. So I piled up on a plate, and not long after, I was sitting on a bar chair at

girl knows

turned around, I saw that it was no one else but the chef herself. Th

claimed. "Here, let m

grabbed the mug of water with sliced lime in it, and a glass. Bu

wer part of her ass, but the shape... Man, the shape. Camela at the gym had a perfect, tiny butt after years of working as a personal trainer, but she had nothing on Bluebells. Her a

cold water into my veins. Yet it didn't help the fact that she wasn't wearing any bra. Nor did it stop the instant flood of images of me licking and kissing her breasts. It ruined every trace of self-contro

ould

e, and I was glad she didn't do anything stupid s

e but at her. It didn't go very well, but at

. I kept clearing my throat to make my voice

nk so? T

were asleep. I didn'

s... To be honest, there was nothing really special about them. They were of normal size for a woman, wer

st have difficulties sleeping when I'm away from home, t

there were the many thoughts about Erica. How did she look when she had a cock pounding deep into her? How did her moans sound with her soft lips against your ear or neck? How loud

a min

hat you suggested. Yo

uthful and gathered the rest of what was left in a tiny pile on my plate

onnected with a bridge of chocolate. I think

scussing this with my son? Was he even interested? Then ag

how it should look. The only thing that confused me was

e that you had s

me blush? Hundreds of women had complimented my tattoos, and

t if she saw the rest of them. I had tattoos over my entire torso, arms and parts of my legs. Mom had been furious when I got the first one. But after the fifth, she didn't say anything more. She probably

it

the rest of my food

ust the way it is; like a needle scraping over you

, and even pulled up the sleeve a little so sh

to let her study it better, but to hide my more than prominent bulge with my t-shirt. It didn'

e asked, and her big,

oice. "Just... Cramps. In my calf. I

save,

hed my arm, and I

o find a decent save ou

rs of the tattoo. I studied her fascination with my inked skin and wished I was brave enoug

ly pulled away and refused to look at m

, and I could see her blus

ld go t

r door opening and closing, and I think she used more force than she intended because of the way it slammed shut. Her

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touched on the kitchen counter. The sensation of her fingertips against my skin seemed to

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