A Taste of Honey
“Karen asked, bending over the minibar as casual as you pleased. As though he wasn’t standing there with his dick damp and half-hard after she’d given him a blow job that had slain him inside of ninety seconds.Mike shrugged out of his shirt as he walked across the room and then toed off his loafers. Karen straightened and regarded him with that same nonchalant expression as he stripped off his pants, boxers, and socks. “I don’t think so,” he said.Her gaze dropped to his groin, and she smirked as his cock made a swift and complete recovery. “How flattering,” she cooed, placing the vodka and tonic bottles she’d taken from the minibar on top of the refrigerator. For all her bravado, there was no mistaking the tremble in her hands.He quickly closed the distance between them and wrapped one arm around her waist and shoved the other up her skirt as he half-dragged, half-carried her into the bedroom. Her mouth was a wide surprised “O” as he shoved her back onto the king-size bed so hard she b...ounced.She struggled to sit up, but he easily restrained her with one big hand on her chest as he flicked on the light mounted to the wall beside the bed.MoreLess
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