Once she let out a sultry gasp and her body relaxed a little, he flipped her effortlessly over onto her stomach, then gripped her hips and lifted her ...orgeous ass up so he could plow his blood engorged hard throbbing cock into her hot tight pussy. She let out a primal cry of inexplicable need as he began to savagely hammer his Worgen phallus into her.He fucked her like she wanted, like she demanded him to. Pounding into her like a fierce and feral animal. With a howl of delight, he. I held her and told her, we have waited this long lets wait till tomorrow. She settled down and we got up and watched the sun come up over the ocean. In her lace bed dress we sat on the 5th floor deck and I could take no more. Into the room and laid her on the bed. We had foreplay and I entered her for the first time. I was gentle but steady. I stroked her for 10 min and she just laid there shaking. I loooked up and ask if she was ok? Yes, just finish quickly please. I did and she was a bloody. ’ He took me in his arms, holding me tenderly, then bent to kiss me. My senses swam, and I was glad he was holding me up. I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, almost as though I was hungry again, and I had a sudden urge to slide my hands inside Tim’s jacket, to feel the muscles under his skin. Tim broke our kiss, and I saw something in his eyes, at the same time soft and wild. ‘Let’s go home,’ he said. We got back in the car, and when we reached the house, I was about to go through the. I never flirt with my customers. It’s just tacky and crass. When a man comes in looking to buy a million dollar Bentley, he doesn’t want some low-class skank flirting with him. He wants to feel respected, made to feel important, treated with professionalism, and never be made to feel that he’s not absolutely serious about the car. Of course, the mildest bit of flattery goes a long way too, but NEVER flirting. That’s what brings me to this short story. It was a slow Wednesday morning and.