"I was thinking more along the lines of feeling you up all night." She gasped, and I laughed. "That's what boyfriends do, right?" Not mine," she said,... squirming in her seat. "They always act like gentlemen." Oh I'll be a gentleman, but I want something in return." She frowned at me, and I knew she was figuring out my intentions. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." I don't know what I do want to do," she said shyly. "You know I've never done any of that." That's ok, I just want. I continued with light, torturing licks around her vulva, my tongue waltzing around her wet pussy. “Emma please! Stop teasing!” she pleaded, finally breaking the wordless silence that had formed. “Fuck me!” I grinned, enjoying this control of tormenting her. But she had enough. Grabbing my hair, she pushed her cunt into my face. I dug in. She tasted amazingly sweet, like honey and nectar. I parted her lips with my fingers. Her milky juices slowly dripped out of her silky slit. I poked at her. Not ugly just no George Clooney. He would watch George from afar, he has far more charisma, confidence and sex appeal.This was the third time he was moving "angles" today. It was too hot, his shirt drenched in sweat from the Nevada sun. He always hated outside shoots in extreme heat. Meanwhile there George is less than fifty metres away with two personal assistants holding fans. Whilst fixated in utter jealousy, the most exotic scent invaded his nostrils. This perfect woman walked past almost. Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Ka-dung!Eyes wide now, staring up through the blackness to her ceiling, she waited for the banging to cease. A minute later, she whipped off her blanket and sat up on the edge of her bed. She glared at the sliver of light creeping through the edge of her door, steeling herself for confrontation. In her mind, with a cascade of dishevelled hair covering half her face, she figured she looked like that ghost girl who just crawled out of the well. Good. All the better to freak out.