It’s every wife’s worst nightmare. Rita walks into her husband’s office and he doesn’t know she’s there. Right behind the door, she hears a sexy young girl tell him everything she’ll do to get the job, and in this case there’s no mistaking the message. The nightmare turns into a wonderful daydream, though, when Rita watches him nip that behavior in the bud. He didn’t know Rita saw it, but he’s about to experience just how appreciative she is to have a man she can trust! It’s Molly Synthia’s special blend of romance, character, and explicit sexuality that creates an uncommonly good story.
Warning: This ebook contains very explicit sexual activity. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.
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Crawling to him this way, though, meant that what caught his attention and held it was my face, and since I had worked out a ravenous look and was pressing my lips together and then letting my tongue poke out like I was looking at a table full of sweets, Frank’s eyes were glued to my mouth. I crawled forward until I was right in front of him and my hands were on his jeans covered calves.
At this point, a lot of girls would just get to it. They’d just pull his pants down and start on him like their mouths were just pussies on their faces. That’s not the right way to do it, though. You have to tease a man, if you want him to really enjoy himself. Frank deserved to enjoy himself, and I put my hands on his ankles, all the while keeping the lip-biting, tongue moving, eyes-glazing ravenous look on my face. I ran my hands up his calves to his thighs and then up to his crotch where I stroked at his cock through his jeans. He was already rock hard. I sighed in a plaintive Oh My God, I’m So Hungry For Him way and rubbed at him through the thick cotton. After a minute or two, I shuddered like I just couldn’t wait any more and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper and yanked the pants down to his knees.
He groaned. I tried to look disappointed, like I hadn’t expected the boxer shorts, and I moaned hungrily as I stroked him through them. His dick was rock hard and pushing up against them, straining the fabric. I gave one more desperately hungry moan, flicked my tongue across my lips, and sighed again. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and pulled his boxers down, and his cock sprang out like a spring that had finally been released. I breathed out, “Oh, God!” in the hungriest voice I could muster.
I still wasn’t ready to start sucking. It was still time to tease.
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