Dirty Seduction

school, but Sara sure did. Her sex life more than made up for my lack of one. I may not

l minutes, and when we’re back in her room, sh

it for like ever, but it’s supposed to be awesome. I ordered it from France a few wee

hen I open it, I’m surprised by how good it smells, like something from a tropica

skin, I pull my hair into a messy bun

e next,” she says,

ike substance on my face a

hing to tell me, but I do

eady worried by ho

a small grin, but I can see how excited she is by the news. She’s just hol

shoulder since I can’t pull her in f

knows how much I mean it. “I’m going to miss y

g to have s

ng forward to it. I knew there was a good chance she’d get accepted, so it’s not like it’s a complete shock. I’

quickly offer to run downstairs and grab us some cookies. She smiles, pauses the movie, and immediately starts scrolling through all h

r and see Mr. Mancini talking on his phone by the window. He’s thrown his suit jacket over the side of the couch and unbuttoned the

n his cheeks just seems to accentuate his chiseled jaw. Without seeing me, he turns toward the window so I’m getting more of a side view, but it’s enoug

can see him. The call has something to do with work, and he doesn’t sound pleased. He’s completely absorbed in the

st me a long time. His broad shoulders hold my attention as I slide a finger into my very wet pussy and start to fuck myself as quietl

enough to give me a clear view of the sexy line of his neck and his exposed upper chest, I can’t help but scoot closer in the doorway so I can see him better. The smooth expanse of muscled chest mixed with that

I freeze, completely terrified, and when Mr. Mancini starts to turn his head, I want to die of embarrassment. It all happens so damn fast, and