The Meeting

Lucien

He could not take his eyes off his woman. She…what had she done to herself? She looked so young, so beautiful, so fuc*ingly gorgeous and inviting, he could feel his manhood harden. The purple dress she was wearing hugged her full breasts and he was sure he could make out her hard nipples under the cloth.

Damn, he thought, She was not wearing a f*cking bra under that!

She looked so f*cking delicious, it was all he could do to stop himself from striding across and grabbing her, dragging her away to the broom closet and taking her savagely latching his greedy mouth on those thick nipples.

Lucien fought the need to take her in his arms and kiss her, hold her, smell her fragrance, tell her how much he loved her and apologise for hurting her. And thrust himself, balls deep into her wetness, pound into her swollen wet pussy and claim her as his.…

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But he did nothing.

She stood, almost in the circle of Schwartz’s arms and he felt the familiar jealousy course through him.

“What the f*c