‘I want you, it’s been too long, please let me have you…’ His words whispered sweetly into her ear, teasing as his warm breath brushed across ...er flesh. ‘You brat, you’re still cold.’ She reached her arm around, smacking his leg hard. That’s when she felt it against her back, his manhood hardening as the playful smack as well as the closeness of her body turned him on. His hand slid down her body, his leg pulling back and forcing her to open her own. Before she could protest, his hand glided. Jasmine had arrived home from work at just gone seven, unusual but rare; when week long heat waves hit like this, tempers all over the city flared, so there was a lot of work to take care of.She had wanted to go swimming, but was so aggravated and depressed and just generally frustrated that she decided the best thing would be to be alone. Jasmine had changed out of her work clothes into a new t-shirt and shorts, then walked around the corner to get a take-awy it was too damned hot to cook. By. He was right. She would definitely know if her g-spot was being touched. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to her. Mat gently strokes the soft spot, feeling pre-cum ooze out of his dick. Fuck, he wishes this wasn’t so damn amazing. He strokes her harder, and she arches off the bed. When Mat adds his thumb to her clit, they both revel in it, Abby humping against his hand.“Oh my god,” she purrs as stroke after stroke sends endless shockwaves through her body. “Daddy,” she moans, and he. You see I didn't use to wear heels. It had always been sneakers at homeand dress shoes for work. Of course, that was the past. The one where Ihad my old body.I came by a shop window and took a moment to watch the display. Of coursewith the bright sun, the window turned half into a mirror and I sawmyself. Still another thing I wasn't used to. I always think for amoment: "Who is that hot girl in the pantsuit and high heels? She couldbe a supermodel." Of course, that had been my wish. "Give me the.