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She steps onto the mat, the small mushrooms, push back against the soles of her feet. “Ooh that feels so good!”
“For marketing purposes can you please describe how it feels,” I say half seriously.
“It’s a feeling of walking on bubble wrap mixed with wet sand of the beach.”
“You always amaze me with your observations, Miss Banner.”
She giggles; her gorgeousness, the hair bouncing on her shoulders are accentuated by the lamp light.
I kick off my shoes and join her on the mat.
Wait till you see how this feels?
I bend down to pick her up in my arms as she gasps in surprise.
“What are you doing Mr. Knight?” She loops her arms around my neck, her cleavage rewarding me with a view that invites a kiss.
“Oh, that was unexpected.” She says approvingly.
I lower her onto the mat so she can feel the surface from the back of her head all the way to the heels of her foot. I lie down beside her watching her beautiful face react.
“Oh, this feels good.”
Speaking of feeling, I want her right now. “Yes, but it has not been tested yet Miss Banner. I was wondering if we should perform a quality check.”
“This can be a great product…” Poor girl is still attempting to be professional. She has no idea how incredibly attractive she looks just lying there, her hair flowing around her like long curtains of copper silk, her red lips already made wet with her nervous tongue, her supple ripe breasts, caged by her blouse that can never hide their curvaceous beauty.
I kiss her beautiful mouth, not letting her finish her sentence.
“What if someone sees us?”
“There is no one here, but us,” I say. “And we need to perform a quality check on this mat Miss Banner. We need to see how much pleasure you can take on this mat.”
“You are insane!”
“I accept this charge, Miss Banner.” I kiss her mouth again.
“Uh you do?”
“But you are guilty of your irresistible scent.” I inhale her flowery scent from the beautiful area between her jaw and neck.
“Am I?” she asks, breathing faster.
“You are guilty of these round beautiful breasts.” I place my hand on her breasts, pressing my finger against the fabric to locate her nipple and then to rub it through the blouse.
“I am innocent Mr. Knight!” She protests but not very convincingly.
“And guilty again for your silky, copper hair that frames your beautiful face.”
“Is that the verdict Mr. Knight?” She says in her cute sexy voice. “I am really scared you’ll punish me on this mat.”
“Rules are rules,” I growl, biting her chin lightly and lashing her jawline with my hungry tongue.
“Oh gosh.”
I press my body over hers, my chest pushing her into the mat, the cork mushrooms dig into her back.
“How does the mat feel?” I ask her.
