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Closer and closer, I slip my hand up between her legs.
Fuck.
I was right. Her pussy’s drenched, seeping through her panties, wet against my hand.
I grind my hand up and down her panties, rubbing her slowly at first, then a little quicker.
But I can’t focus on that for long.
Pushing her underwear aside, I touch her bare pussy instead.
She collapses against me, pressing her hands against my chest as I bring my finger to her clit and begin to rub faster, her needy horny clit responding by making my woman moan louder, then bite down as if to stop herself.
“The next building is on the other side of the parking lot. The windows are closed. Nobody’s going to hear you. We wouldn’t be doing this if there was a chance. This is just for me.”
“Hmm,” she moans, moving her hips almost insistently.
I’ve stopped rubbing her as I speak. She’s telling me, in her innocent horny way, that she wants me to keep going.
“I’ve got something better.”
I remove my hand and place it on the small of her back to guide her.
“Follow me.”
As we walk to the room in the corner, I can’t help but slide my hand down to her ass, massaging her round globes, feeling the warmth of her skin, the promise of her body.
Opening the door, I gesture inside.
“Wow.” She walks ahead of me, looking around the small but tidy room. “I was expecting worse.”
“We do the best we can,” I tell her. “When the budget allows. It did here.”
The mattress is thick, the sheets clean, and there are even cushions arranged on the bed. The blinds are mostly drawn, just slits to let in narrow shafts of sunlight, the pattern coming to rest on my woman as she turns to me.
Her lips are as red as her cheeks, passion spreading down her neck, over her cleavage.
“On the bed,” I tell her, moving forward. “I need your pussy.”
She backs up to the bed, but I’m moving quicker, fueled by the predator in me, the wild beast who can scent the tanginess of her warm soaked slit.
Touching her shoulders, I softly push her down.
She falls back, staring up at me.
“Lie down and open your perfect fucking legs,” I tell her.
I’ll die if I don’t taste her. That’s how it feels. My mouth is tingling and I’m salivating more than ever, even before the most anticipated meal.
She’sthe most anticipated meal, my Lucy, as she does as she’s told.
Lying back, she spreads her legs. The fabric of her dress pulls between her knees, creating a protective curtain.
Kneeling, I reach forward and push her dress up toward her hips, revealing her thick creamy thighs and her sex.
Her panties are twisted to the side, showing me her fold and her already engorged clit.
I stare, captivated, at the glistening pinkness of her. Her clit is crying out for attention, her lips looking sore in their desire for more touching.
