Virgin for Sale

She licks her lip, and I know she wants it.

There’s no denying that glint of attraction her eyes.

“Do you want money? Will that be the deciding factor for you?”

She wrinkles her nose. “No. I don’t want your money.”

“Good. It’s not on offer.”

“You’re not into any freaky kind of stuff, are you?”

I smirk. I can’t help it. “Maybe, my little virgin, you should try something before you judge.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore.”

“You’re a virgin in more ways than you know.” Kissing her neck, I wait. “Take off your clothes.”

She hesitates for a second before finally unbuttoning her blouse. She’s slow as she does this, the first button coming through the hole and then the next.

The white lace bra she wears is so fucking sexy. My dick is already so hard that I feel a wave of pre-cum spill out the tip. I want inside her.

When she wriggles out of the skirt, I nearly lose it. Her tits shake with each move from side to side, those curves being revealed to me.

rounded hips and stomach along with her large tits. For me, she is the best fucking package

I’m not about to tell her, not yet. Faye’s not ready to know, but when she does, she’ll be ready to deal with

only her underwear on, she stands before me, looking unsure.

I tease the strap of her bra down her arm, watching it fall loosely to her elbow. I do the same with the next. Pulling

tits spring free as if

one beaded nipple,

lathering them, coating her in my spit and running my thumbs across the tips. Her moans fill my office,

beautiful sound

down her body. In a strong grip, I tear them from her, pocketing the

wasn’t so

cup her ass, drawing her close so that

“What now?” she asks.

is breathy as I continue to stroke up her

sit on

her cheeks are. I didn’t realize how arousing it could be to have a blushing female in my bed, but there’s no getting

on the sofa, her hands clasped together. She’s trying to cover her body, and

She does as I tell her. “Put your legs on the edge

for me. There won’t be a single part of

kneel before her and stare