You see me pull up...you watch from the kitchen window as I sit in the car for an agonizing amount of time. Leaning against the counter, you begin to wonder whats taking so long. Finally, you hear a car door slam. As you peek out the window, you catch a glimpse of my little black dress; cinched at the waste, buttoned from top to not quite bottom... Each stride lets you see that the slit in the front is teasingly close to my pussy and with every extension of my golden legs, you strain to see if I'm wearing any underwear under the silky material. As I reach your steps, you hear my heels click on the wooden slats and you stand by the door waiting.
My fingers drag across the door before curling into a fist. With an nervous intake of breath, I rap on the door...lightly at first...and firmer as I gain more confidence...As you open the door, I see your eyes look me over; they linger on the purple lace peeking out from the top of my dress...moving up to look me in the eyes. We stare at eachother for a moment. My eyes appear fiercely green and you can't quite place the look you're seeing behind them. You finally look away and see my fist still in a knot. As you look at my face, you can see that Im desperately trying to force any emotion from it. You cant help but start to get hard as you see the anger lingering in my eyes. You begin to wonder what you can do to get a rise out of me to give yourself an even bigger rise.
You get closer to me and one hand suddenly goes behind my head. You feel my hand move up to slap you, but, before I can, your other hand closes around my wrist. You slam the door shut with your leg and push me against the wall as you kiss me. My hands are pinned above my head while your free hand satisfies your curiosity from earlier and slides between my legs. You whisper in my ear for me to open my legs wider. You're happy to find that there is no barrier to be found. Your smile widens as your cock hardens, and you kiss me deeper, pulling me away from one wall only to twist me around and pushing me against the opposite wall.
Your free hand now moves to the buttons of my dress: pulling apart each one until all thats holding it on is the cinched belt at my waist...the purple lace of my bustier compliments the green in my eyes and you want nothing more than to plunge your now throbbing dick into my pussy...
Instead, you moan into my ear that you've been wanting to fuck me for the last two weeks and that your going to make it good for both of us whether I want it or not. My only answer is the narrowing of my brow, softened by a gasp as your fingers plunge into my cunt. With my hands now free, you push me up each stair; every step up is a twist of passionate kisses and refined fury...
