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nd out of earshot, and Jim leans over and whis

n my stomach.

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irl. It's easy to be brave and slutty when there's no chance of anything happening. I begin to perspire. W

rink?" Jim

a job interview

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," I stammer. "

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and staying there. We will return to New York early in the morning. So

gives me a slow and sexy sm

n

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so excited

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dates?" he says, f

ss of that statement. "I just

't," he replies c

flirty when I thought we were getting

e smirks i

ere that kind of girl, I would totally be into you. We would

s?" he

es

the air. "I understand;

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hour

pull my skirt up over my hips, and his open mouth r

ay, and it's completely natural. The weird thing is, it feels right. The spontaneity of the situation I find myself in has me feeling all brave. This man is witty and funny and dirty as all hell, and in

one to layover

d we stumble into my room. T

tare at each other, and the air

kind of girl,"

hes. "I wouldn't w

ought," I whisper.

s as he pants along w

sal fog. My sex is throbbing and pleading for his bod

ppreciation as his eyes roam ove

ing of hair that runs from his navel and disappears down into his pants. His hair is dark, and his eyes are a brilliant blue-b

mination. There's no mist

side of me that I didn't know existed. I know

s moment,

raw, honest, and all-consuming. He's hardly touche

dealt me an a

and pulls his dick out. It's big and hard, and my chest rises and fal

My.

himself, and my mouth falls

n touch himself in

shit. This is

it. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flex as he jerks himself hard,

ty porn . . . only

a good girl, and good girls don't

same city, and I may never see him again, and there'

he wants

jaw clenches. "Get over here and su

ver ask. I scurry to my kne

to be the best sex he's ever had. I take him in my mouth as I pretend to be th