Standing observing the crowd, an assortment of all ages and shapes. There she was again, she stood out in the crowd. She hadn’t seen him, but he watched her from his secret vantage point.
Watching her at the counter getting her ticket. She looked around the crowd whilst she waited, as if she knew she was being observed.
He was being to become aroused by the sight of her again. It had been a few days ago since she had seen him on the train and then again in the café. He knew that she couldn’t resist him. She was drawn to him, as if like a magnet.
She now looked up, making eye contact for a fleeting few seconds, before she quickly looked away. She didn’t make it know that she had registered.
Disappearing now into the crowd. She vanished from his sight. He would find her, he knew he would, and he was going to tease her.
He left her to her own devices now for the next half hour whilst the credits and the adverts rolled. He had seen which screen she was heading for.
Moving through the private corridors in the Cinema complex, arriving at the screen room as her, seeing where she was sat. The film was about to commence shortly, and the crowds had died down.
Making his way towards her from the other side of the row to take his seat next to her. He sat down.
He never said a word or looked at her until half way through the film.
As the music and narrative faded down, he leaned over to her and whispered in her ear.
“Bonsoir, Mon Cheri”
She jumped, having been so engaged in the film story. She turned and smiled at him, in doing so, this encouraged him to place his hand on her knee.
She didn’t move it away, she had recognized his voice and his aftershave, this was the same man she had encountered before, sent h...
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... he sucks and tease making her gasp.
His hand slides down to in between her legs and she searches for his cock.
“I want you inside me” she tells him.
Falling to the ground, he straddles her, opening her legs as wide as they can, slipping his hard pulsating cock inch by inch into her warm inviting pussy. Hearts now racing fast and breathing heavily. As he continues to enter her, her eyes roll, arching her body up to him, and he holds her, whilst sliding back and forth.
As consuming desires build, with each and every thrust, she continues to moan, becoming louder and louder. Now as his cock twitches inside more and more, releasing his orgasm deep inside, only for her to clamp her muscles tight around it, riding the waves as they hit.
Laid out on the grass, bodies clamped together, time freezes, embracing each other, listening to the waves lap against the side.
It had been more than a year since she had last seen him and for her nothing about him changed. His eyes still held a big mystery that only a few people she knew had the privileged to decipher. She was proud of the fact that she saw herself as one of those people. His demeanor remained lazy and bored and nothing about him emit that he was genius inside.
clothes, and told him how to act when they return to her place. As they were
However, as she dipped her hand into her panties, and displayed her digits, glistening with her arousal, his hips had bucked, and his cock throbbed painfully, entrapped in his trousers, as he groaned in need and lust. It was Lexi, who turned on him, and the intervening years had changed a thing. Eagerly he sucked her juices from her fingers, and tongue dripping with them, thrust it into her mouth, as his actions became more needy and urgent. Needing more of her, the folds of her pussy felt like silk against his palm, and her tight, dripping tunnel, like heaven when he thrust his fingers inside her; panting, and writhing as he slid them in and out, anticipating the feel of her tight, pulsing walls clamped around his engorged shaft as he sunk himself balls-deep inside her. "Oh fuck." Eyes narrowed and darkened with lust, he held her eyes, "I'm so fucking hard for you, baby," to watch her face when she responded to his
She was watching the mysterious movements of a man outside, who, peering in an undecided fashion at the house appeared to be trying to make up his mind to enter. This passage gave me a feeling of eariness for me. All i can think of is in the movies how the doctor paces back and forth when he sometimes doesn't know how to bring bad news to the family.So by then i knew ahead of time that it had to be bad news due to the stranger having a hard time approaching the home.
“Do.. well, do you want ice cream with a side of vodka?” For a few minutes, it was silent again. Had she ever mentioned how much she hated silence, because she couldn’t now. She couldn’t go and make this about herself.
she had a clear vision of it. It came into sharp focus and startled her for a moment—
noticed that she looked very odd, but it didn't take her a long time to figure out that that wasn't
a tear in her eye and walked over to Mr. Fletcher and tried to comfort
Her chest rose up and down with a quick rhythm as she breathed. To not wake her, he gently nuzzled his hands and eventually arms around her neck and knees to pick her up. Now, he knew exactly what she was capable of. He saw it himself, but she just seemed like a porcelain doll that if he dared to wake her, it would be something awful.
Her hands moved around his neck, up into his hair, and she placed an opened mouthed kiss into the crook of his neck.
It seemed that he wasn’t for allowing her to do as she pleased. A slow, playful smirk crossed her lips as she heard his commanding tone, his grip on her wrists only caused a warmth of excitement to race through her. Oh how she desired to feel every inch of him inside her, thriving and thrusting until they were both broken from such a ravenous affair. His controlling personality was so exciting for Kate; she was almost tempted to do something else to be reprimanded. The feel of a man so much stronger than she was thrilling, but the way he acted? He was causing her to become slick without even touching her. Kate was learning something new about herself; she enjoyed the way she was relieved of control. In her life, everything was placed on her shoulders. Finally, in this moment, she felt as if nothing was hers to control, there was no worry or concern, she was just following his orders.
Whatever mild irritation she had about losing her train of thought was instantly forgotten when she looked over to see why. The large seats offered plenty of space - at least to someone Alison's side - but the man who settled in beside her looked like he could barely be contained, and his rugged appearance at once prompted her angular, dark brows to shoot up in curiosity. She found herself drawn to his mouth as he spoke, then she batted her thick lashes and looked up to his eyes as they showed an endless delight when he motioned to the
Don't give him the satisfaction. Constance winced and grimaced, gasping with each deep thrust because she no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't control it completely, but stifling the yelps of pain, hating him silently with her eyes and her heart without calling him an uncaring jerk again. Only he moved, still holding her down but shifting his body against her a little until his grip on her ankles pulled her legs together against his chest so he could wrap one strong arm around her ankles and calves and as much as she squirmed still couldn't get
The man’s vacant eyes lights up a little when he saw the woman’s face. His sore lips move a little like convulsions. The man was calling the woman’s name. The name of a woman that he loved more than anything in his life....