“Harder, more, God, I love you. I love you,” he said, voice low and hushed, desperate for the coming climax, and their thrusts grew sloppy and she... knew she’d never felt anything more beautiful beneath her palms.He filled her one final time, and she took him deeper still, when the fire engulfed them both. Quivering in relief, she rode him through her pleasure, the fluttering of her walls sparking his own release.Finally, they lay gasping in the dawn’s early light, breath swirling between their. Her long auburn hair with its red highlights flowed out away from her shoulders and breasts moved so seductively within the curve hugging material. My eyes traveled down her hourglass torso and feasted upon the way her ass was lifted up and seemed to be pulled apart as if in preparation for a hard cock to ream it! I was in pain; my cock ached so badly to be in her! She stopped next to the tree and looked back at me. Somehow, it was no effort to reach to the top of the tree and pull off the. The place that has gotten to be my second home. I walked by the barand greeted Milo the bartender. Then I looked around and took theatmosphere in. The bar and cafe were in an older building. It was spreadover a ground floor and the first floor. Used to be a clothing store. Atleast that is what they told me. Like every day I walked up the stairs.Past another counter and greeted there Antoinette. The bartender andserver for the first floor. As usual, I took a seat at a small table bythe windows.. ” I held my head high and took to heart my own advice on disguise. Rock it like you own it. I did.I joined my date at the bar where he was chatting with Stan Metzger of the big publishing conglomerate in Seattle. I’d read in Forbes about him being head of eleven newspapers and a magazine publishing company in Des Moines. He hadn’t made the Forbes 100 cutoff but he was well within the top 500 wealthiest men in the world.“Let’s ask Miss Finn,” Jon said when I stroked his arm in greeting. “Miss.