But Jessie pulled his hand out of Nyll’s pants, and as if he longed to have a taste of her juices, he sucked on his fingers. The wetness coating it was like an addictive taste Jessie could not get enough of. “I wanna have more of this taste,” Jessie uttered as he guided Nyll to sit on the edge of the cream-colored marble-top square dining table for four in Nyll’s modern design kitchen.Jessie started to pull her pants off of her with his eyes never leaving Nyll’s.“As much as I love to see you in these tight jeans, we need this off you for now,” the man continued his words, although his voice was getting husky with all the lust he was swamped into. Instead of saying anything, Nyll took another big swig of her whiskey. She was not resisting. As a matter of fact, she was excited, but a part of her was still shy. No matter how the alcohol effects had been influencing her mind to indulge.Jessie did not rush the lady. He made his fingers busy trailing feathery touch of fine lines in Nyl
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