Which would explain the kiss. But I had never been this turned on under the mistletoe before. I grabbed his shirt and dragged his mouth down to mine a...ain. His lips parted and he pulled me back away from the door as my tongue swept in.I did my best not to step on his bare feet as we seemed to spin in circles as he led me back out of the doorway and then pushed me against the wall by the stairs, his hands working their way under my jacket and pushing it off my shoulders.When my arms were free I. Sweta had followed my instructions and I explained to her that I wanted her to enjoy her massage and if anything made her uncomfortable I wanted her to tell me. She murmured something in response and I began her massage.Years ago, I had decided to start my female massage clients face down, on their stomach, because I found women relax better if they aren’t on their back and a strange man is looking at them and touching them. It seemed easier for them to relax, and they were more involved in the. As soon as we were inside my apartment, he pulled me to him for a deep kiss. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and reached down to squeeze it. He groaned. Taking his hand, I led him to my bedroom, where we quickly shed our clothes and climbed onto the bed.As he pumped his fingers in and out of my sopping cunt he whispered, "I want your ass. Are you ready?"I nodded eagerly, and he pulled his fingers out, teasing my asshole for a moment. "Everything you need is in the. .Emma's really putting me under her spell while we're eating. She's been wearing a nice, simple yet pretty, black dress under her coat. Her shoulders and cleavage are not exactly naked because it's winter, but the white shirt underneath the dress molds her shapes nicely, and the little black stockings I've been able to glimpse between the top of the knee high boots and the bottom of the dress feels like the right kind of see through. Her lips are full, rehearsed by a subtle shade of red. I want.