My Plasure

She smirks while dragging her dress down completely.

She knows I don't like clothes on her body when she pleases me. I want to see her naked when her skilful tongue touches my cock.

Her dress fell down the moment she opened her zip, and now she stood in front of me only in her red thong.

My cock painfully twitched at the view in front of me.

Did I miss this? Hell, yes, I miss every bit. I miss her. Though she is toxic, I still miss her.

She was still wearing her red heel, looking fully seductive, and she walked to me.

She is such a vixen.

My vixen. At Least for tonight.

I lay my back on the couch while my hands were reading on the hand rest, and I looked at her while she walked to me with slow yet steady steps. The mild light was already making the view alluring, and I gulped to grease my dry throat.

We never broke the lock of our eyes, and she sat gracefully on the floor, and she came up to open my belt.

Clicking sounds showed the belt was open, and the zoop sound told me sh