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He pulled down her dress top, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her shiver summoned his hands, and he gently cupped and caressed the soft, weighty mounds, increasing the pressure of his seductive massage. He delicately brushed her nipples, then pressed them as his thumbs worked around them. He lightly plucked them, and a soft squeal escaped her, forcing her to release the kiss. She dropped her head, hungry for the velvety softness of his shaft.

Her hot mouth engulfed him, and he sank back, falling into the sensations that pulsed throughout his body. Weaving his hand through her hair, he guided her, enjoying her subtle moves and the gliding of her vibrant lips up and down his determined rod. His mouth yearned for her breasts as he watched their sensual movements, and they teased him each time she came up.

Having him like this, Madison’s body moved with passion and longing. She squirmed with the need to have more of him. Her wetness was seeping through her miniscule G-string. Her pussy wept for more. As she sucked, licked, and stroked his massively hard cock, his moans enticed her. She moved faster. She used her hands in unison with her mouth, extending the pleasure as each hand moved clockwise and counter-clockwise together. The convergence captured the dew of her mouth, ensuring both hands glided smoothly along the length of his stiffened rod.

As she worked, he could see the tiny thrusts of her hips beneath her skirt. He watched her, bent over, and enjoying the sensation of her G-string as her movements pulled it taut. Without breaking her rhythm, he gently pulled her hips to the side of the chair. He dragged her skirt up, inch-by-inch, and brushed his fingers across the skin of her thighs. The soft sensations heated her. Once he piled the skirt over her back, she arched, exposing her beautiful, round ass. She continued to suck him, and her thrusts increased. Her body moved as it craved his penetrating touch.

His sizzling hot hand pressed slowly down her lower back, making its way through the string of her thong in between her cheeks, tenderly discovering her slick folds. She had been satisfying herself by riding an imaginary cock, but no longer. He pressed a finger in, causing her to quiver. He pulled out gradually, savoring the tightness. He moved her panties down just enough to fall to the bend of her knees. He rubbed his fingers up and down her warm, wet petals, before plunging two fingers deep inside. A stifled squeal escaped her throat, and he continued rhythmically and tenderly fingering her.

He quickened his in-and-out rhythm, and her mouth desperately tried matching his pace. Her groans were growing, as were his. Her core quivered around his fingers. He knew the waves of a crushing orgasm were eminent. She slowed her breathing, desperately trying to hold out, but as he pressed a third finger to her clit, the spasms quaked, followed by a muffled succession of screams. Madison’s uncontrollable climax caused her entire body to shudder, her mouth stuffed with him, and her soaking wet pussy collapsed around his fingers. With his free hand, he nudged her head just the slightest bit deeper, and his hot cream trailed down her throat.

The feel and taste of him intoxicated her, and she readily swallowed as he drew his fingers from her tight core, and cuddled the swell of her ass as his head fell back. She busily lapped up every last drop of cum from him as he wilted. He reached down to pull her chin up. He needed her to see him suck his fingers clean. She breathlessly watched with dancing eyes.

He stood, pulling Madison up with him, but only to put her into the chair warmed from his body. Spent, he descended, lowering himself to kneel before her. He leaned to her face, kissing her tenderly across her lips and neck. His hand trailed down her leg to her ankle. “Lift your feet.” She obeyed, giving him just enough to pull her G-string from around her ankles. He moved them up between her legs, leaving the skirt in place. He burrowed through her folds, capturing her sticky sweetness with the delicate lace. He pulled it back out, and kissed her tingling pussy through the billowy skirt. He slipped her panties into his pocket.

He leaned over to pull the dress bodice back up before whispering into her ear. “I want you in my life, Madison, and not just for today.” They kissed again, slowly, each clinging to the ebbing seduction. As the instance passed, he rubbed her nose with his, and his eyes twinkled as he smiled through his Eskimo kiss. “At whatever pace you’re comfortable with.” Her tender smile made way to a subtle nod.

He stood, straightening his shirt and blazer, then strolled behind her chair. He massaged her shoulders, causing her heavy eyes to close. “I have to go, beautiful. Rest, but not for too long. Your friends will wonder where you are.” He kissed her lightly on the head, and left.

Madison did her best, composing herself with the aid of a compact mirror and a tissue from her purse, and slipped out of the room and back into the bridal shower. As she moved, she could feel her stickiness drying, and wondered if her escapade was obvious from her walk.

As soon as she returned to the room, Sheila shouted, “Maddi, I almost left. Where have you been?”

“Sorry, something came up.” Big time. “I was longer than I thought I’d be.” Because he was longer than I thought he’d be.

13

Madison texted Paco, and in no time the Lamborghini returned, yet metamorphosized to a new color. As the scissor door lifted, she leaned down to ask, “Did your car change color, or was it red when you dropped me off?”

Paco laughed. “I can’t be seen wearing the same outfit twice,” and gestured to his suit, which had also changed.

She got in. “Okay, mister mind reader, where do I want to go now?” Madison asked, curious about the extent of his precognition.

“Obviously, you think you want to go home. You’ve had a long day, and you need to put your feet up, maybe lounge in a hot bath, and get to bed early. Am I right?” He is so right.Like he’s known me for years. Or maybe he just knows any woman would want that after a long day. “But we’re not doing any of that just yet,” he said and handed her a small box.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Upon opening the box, she wasn’t exactly sure what to make of it. She pulled out a pair of leather gloves, fingerless, with a pattern of small holes on the top.

“I’ll give you three chances,” he said, inviting her to guess with a ridiculously evil smile.

“Golfing?” Madison attempted.

“Nope.”

“With this car and these gloves, are we making a music video?”

“Good guess, and definite future potential, but not today.”

Madison put on the gloves, which fit like, well, you know. She thought a little harder. “Well, without fingers, I’m not helping you bury a body as nothing’s covering my fingerprints.”

“So, you won’t be my patsy? Noted. But I’m not giving you a hint.”

“Oh, I don’t need a hint. Obviously, you’re letting me drive your car, and don’t want my grubby hands mucking up your steering wheel.” She smirked, knowing if she was going to bomb the last guess, she’d do it in style.

“Now who’s the mind reader?” Paco jested, as they suddenly turned off onto an isolated road. Madison’s eyes popped.

“You’re going to let me drive your car?”

“Look around,” Paco said as he pointed out the dense vegetation surrounding them. “No, I’m going to have you help me bury a body.” The road brought them to a fenced-in area. The fence had barbed wire at the top, with frequently placed “No Trespassing” signs throughout. They approached an unmanned gate. There was a small call-box with a camera and swipe pad with D.G.I. on it.

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