Page 117 of Dirty Politics

She sat up. “Follow me.”

She walked into his bedroom and pulled him gently by his tie.

“Don’t take your clothes off,” she said.

He raised his eyebrow.

She turned around. “Unzip my dress.”

He brushed her hair to the side - sending shivers down her spine. He took the zipper and slowly lowered it.

“Thanks,” she whispered as she lowered her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor.

“My bra,” she said, her voice raspy.

He skimmed his hands over her shoulders, down to her shoulder blades, and then slowly unhooked her bra.

She took the straps down and let her bra fall to the floor.

He slid his hands down her waist and wrapped his fingers under the elastic of her underwear. “These next?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He pulled her panties down to the floor. She stepped out of them. He slid his hands up the back of her legs up to her ass. She moaned.

“Can I take my clothes off?”

“No.”

“Touch me everywhere.”

Still standing behind her, he slid his hands around to the front of her body touching her breasts.

Good god.

She leaned back into him. He kissed her neck and shoulders as he traced his fingers over her nipples.

Yes.

She pressed her ass against his hard dick.

Fuck yes.

“God, I love the way that feels,” he said, pressing himself into her.

He slid his hand down the front of her stomach until he reached between her legs. She gasped when he reached her clit.

“Do you want it from behind?” he growled into her ear.

“Only if I can watch,” she said, looking over a mirror across the bedroom.

He grinned. “Can I take any of my clothes off?”

“Just your jacket.”

She climbed onto the edge of the bed in front of the mirror and stayed on all fours.

Will removed his jacket. He squeezed one of her ass cheeks and leaned over and gently kissed the other one.

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