‘When are you going to write a song for me?’ Erica demanded. ‘I have writer’s block,’ Bryan played along. ‘If you come over, I can release...it for you,’ Erica suggested. ‘Not tonight, I have a headache,’ Bryan said. Erica frowned, then smirked at Bryan. ‘You don’t know what you’re missing,’ Erica said. Bryan was quite aware of what he was missing. He had seen Erica running around naked before and, at first, had secretly watched. She was older than he was, not exactly his type, but nice looking.. The absence of match sharpness, however, was evident. Their play was inconsistent. They would look like the champions they were one game, while the very next match they would feel they couldn’t make a shot for love nor money. They battled to a record of 5 wins and 6 losses, very respectable under the circumstances, but ultimately not enough to qualify for the playoffs. Kellie and her teammates knew their fate before their last game. They were facing another team who would also miss the. As I opened the door, fully prepared with a sharp remark about ruining my shower, I was stopped dead in my tracks.There, directly in front of me stood Emma, all 5'3in of her, a nervous smile on her beautiful face, and a bottle of Champagne in her delicate hands. I instinctively took the Champagne from her as she backed me into the room, still not a word spoken between us. Her smile had now gone, replaced with a look of hunger, her gaze from my eyes to my torso.As I backed in to the room I. We make it up to my flat, walk inside my room. I feel my clothes being torn, my body being lifted, devoured, amazed. He knows exactly what I want. He kisses me, rubs against me, driving me crazy. Then he goes down on me. He makes me want to scream, I feel like I'm on fire. His tongue is warm against my thighs, my clitoris. His teeth occasionally bite me just to remind me that this is not something I am to get off quickly with. Then he takes off his remaining clothes . He makes sure I'm wet and.