Page 80 of Jaeda

I shook the thoughts from my head.

After putting on the mask, I ventured out of the bathroom and grabbed the metal fan accessories. Quaid was still in the arcade, so I took a seat, giving my sexiest pose as I waited for him to finish.

“Baby?” he called, finally noticing that I was gone.

I was quiet as I waited for him to find me. When he stepped from behind the curtain, his eyes widened.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

Behind the mask, I smirked, watching his dick harden. Standing, I flipped the steel fans open, causing him to jump.

“Sit,” I said, pointing at the couch with one.

He didn’t hesitate to take a seat on the couch. I could tell he was excited by the way he was anxiously rubbing his knees. He was as giddy as a kid in a candy store, and it was adorable.

“You like?” I asked, moving to stand in front of him.

He nodded.

Gently placing the fan under his chin, I tilted his head back.

“Use your words.”

He swallowed hard. “Yes. I like it very much.”

I smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. “Am I doing this outfit justice?”

“Yes, ma’am,” came out in a shaky whisper.

I wasn’t sure why that turned me on so bad, but it did.

“Why don’t you take a closer look?”

I stepped between his legs and did a slow, sexy 360. Quaid licked his lips as his eyes traveled every part of my body. I bent over in front of him and touched my toes. There was nothing but bare ass and pussy beneath this tiny skirt.

“Shit, Jaeda,” he mumbled, caressing my ass. He gave it a hefty slap.

“Did you win the game?” I asked, turning to face him.

“Fuck that game.”

I laughed. “You could fuck me instead, . . . or maybe I’ll fuck you.” My eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in his boxers. “Let me see it.”

His head dropped as he moved to pull his dick out. Again, I tipped his chin with the fan.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

His gaze locked on mine as he pulled his hardness from his boxers. The head was already leaking precum. He used it to stroke himself to a full erection. I was a little nervous for what I was about to do. I had all kinds of toys to get myself off, including ones I had to mount. But this was a real dick. I had to ride him for my pleasure and his.

Straddling his lap, I sat on his thighs. My hand replaced his, and I looked deep into his eyes as I stroked him.

“I’ve missed feeling you inside me,” I said.

“I . . . fuck! I missed it too.”

With my free hand, I pulled his glasses from his face. He chuckled as I placed them on the table in front of the couch.

“You know I can’t see shit, right?”

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