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“It’s the same for me,” I admit. “I’ve been to many of these theme parties and I can’t remember wanting a woman this much.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Gosh. I was so worried,” she says.
“Worried about what?”
“I wouldn’t be able to satisfy a guy like you. I mean...” her words trail.
“You have everything to satisfy me... in spades,” I set her straight.
“Oh,” she lets out in a low voice.
I reach out and twist a strand of her hair around a finger before setting it free. “You have beautiful hair.” My gaze lands between her legs. “Too bad your Brazilian prevents me from figuring out if you’re a natural blonde.”
She laughs. “I’m a dark blonde, but I get highlights so it’s more honey blonde.”
“I see.”
My eyes drop to her heaving chest, zooming in on her breasts.
Like the rest of her, her tits are fucking perfect. Unable to resist, I reach out and I grope them, feeling their weight. They’re a nice size and they’re natural. Her beautiful pink nipples are begging for my touch. I lean forward and pepper little kisses along her neck and collarbone as I brush the back of my fingers against the hard peaks. I taunt them and roll them in a teasing way that leaves her squirming under my touch.
“You’re so responsive, sweetness.”
She swallows a moan.
I hold her tits in my hands, admiring them, before lowering my head and latching my lips over one hard nipple. I suck it before moving my attention to her other nipple. When I bite gently against it, a choked cry slips from her lips.
I do it again, and again, until her rosy nipples turn a seductive dark shade of red. I pull away from her to admire my handiwork.
Fucking beautiful.
“The blindfold should heighten your senses,” I say, letting go of her tits.
“It does,” she says, her voice trembling.
“You like that?”
“I do.”
She groans when my fingers drag across the skin of her taut stomach. Lower, and lower, and lower. I trace a line between her bellybutton and the entrance of her pussy, stopping just shy from exploring between her lips.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” I ask.
“No,” she pants.
“I want you fully exposed and vulnerable––”
“I think I already am,” she sasses.
“This is merely the warmup. What I have in store for you will blow your mind.”
“Now you’re worrying me.”
“Trust me, you’ll be thanking me,” I assure her. “I want you splayed out across the bed like an offering. I want to give you so much pleasure, you forget your own name.”
