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As
soon as she uttered the words I froze, my hand tightening on the door
handle and the throbbing hardness threatening to burst from from my
trousers.
“Well,
are you going then, Damon?” Miss Harrison purred, from behind me,
just a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Slowly
I let my hand fall from the door, turned around, and saw Miss
Harrison perched on the edge of her desk. Slowly she ran her fingers
along her wetness, teasing her lips apart, before suddenly stopping
and lifting her glistening fingers to her mouth. Unable to resist her
any longer I stepped forward and before she had a chance to suck her
fingers clean I grabbed her wrist, and lifted them to my mouth
instead.
Flicking
my tongue over the stickiness I tasted her sweet juices before
sucking them dry and dropping to my knees, the gorgeous smell of her
wet pussy causing my hardness to throb even more.
Suddenly
Miss Harrison gripped me by the hair, pulled my head forward and
buried my face in her wetness, grinding her hips against my eager
tongue.
“Oh
fuck, Damon, don't you dare fucking stop,” she moaned, as my tongue
flicked over her swollen bud.
5 comments:
Finally Damon has his chance with Miss Harrington. I thought or maybe he will shoot his load in his trousers with all the teasing she has done. Your continuous buildup is well paced building the erotic adventure to a very hot peak. Please continue.
About time those two got to it! This was a long time coming with teasing enough to make me pull my hair out! Kudos, Julez! Great job with this series!
Niiiice! :-)
Oh yessssss!!! Sexyyy!
Great to be back with the wonderful Miss Harrison. This kind of thing always works better in prose fiction than in the UK's tabloid newspapers. Gripping and filthy erotica.
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