Waiting For You…

He walked in the front door to find the house mostly dark, which was curious as his girl was supposed to be getting herself ready for a party they’d been invited to.

He walked to the bedroom door, and found her sprawled on the bed, her right hand delving under her panties into that warm wet spot between her legs. He cleared his throat, and she turned her head his direction, and hastily pulled it away.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?” he asked sternly.

She gave him a little smile and slowly stretched her legs up into the air. He couldn’t help following those long limbs with his eyes.

“It’s going to be such a big party,” she pouted, “Do you really think anyone would miss us if we didn’t go?”

“Probably not. Why? What do you have in mind?”

“I thought we could have our own party,” she purred, “The kind where you come over here, rip my panties off, wrap my legs around you, and fuck me senseless.”

She giggled as he threw his jacket on the chair, loosened his tie, and knelt on the bed as she hungrily reached for his belt buckle. She didn’t always get her way, but when she did, it was so worth it.

Waiting For You...

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