I can feel you strong you are; I love it when you move me around. I take your hand and guide you the few steps to the bedroom. I love the way you fuck... me on the bed; I want to feel you on top of me. You pause at the doorway and I arrange myself across the bed, legs spread, stiletto heels, bare breasts, waiting. You’re framed in the doorway, naked and hard. God, I want you…You’re on top of me, your mouth is on mine. My hands on your shoulders. I feel you hard against me. You press the tip of. Right now I want you in my arms." I bite down on my bottom lip and nod cautiously. I push off my skin tight skinny jeans, replacing them with a pair of sweatpants from my duffle bag. I crawl into the bed off to the right and I pat the spot next to me. "Come on then." My eyes roam over his body as he undresses until he's in nothing but a pair of boxers. I feel my cheeks heat with a bright pink blush as he walks over to the bed, sliding in next to me. With a sigh I lay my head on his chest and. It was a very brief, exciting and nervous meeting. He came just inside the front door. My cock was very hard and poking out the top of my panties. He felt me up for a few minutes, and then he was on his way. He visited my house several times on his way to work to give me a thorough groping. A few times leaving me standing there with my panties pulled down, my bra unfastened and a huge hardon as he hugged me goodby on his way to work. He always had the biggest bulge in his pants during our. She invited him in. He took off his cloths as if he were getting ready for a photo shoot. He was fastidious. He shook his coat and hung it on the back of the nearest chair. He undid his shoulder holster from his belt and took it off laying it on his coat. He shook his shirt, his pants. Folded his trunks, socks and black undershirt. His shoes were placed under the chair upon which he placed each item. She enjoyed his performance. He was perfectly conditioned. Beautiful. But unlike many other of.