AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is part 3 of a multi-part series featuring the same woman. All parts
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is part 3 of a multi-part series featuring the same woman. All parts will follow a chronological order so I would suggest starting from the beginning. Here is Part 1 and Part 2 ********* Craig stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, feeling refreshed. Stepping back into the foreign bedroom, he admired his latest capture’s taste in decorating, the pale walls and soft carpet emitted a warm, welcoming feel; he wondered how many men had succumbed to Rose’s charms in this room. Craig’s eyes wandered to the bed where Rose continued to slumber. Flashes of the past evening played back in his mind. He had expected a good lay; they always were when they were under his control. However, this girl, she had been….different. Her days as a yoga instructor had treated her well; the ways she could contort her toned legs, her flexibility had opened up entirely new positions to ravage her velvet pussy that not even he could have imagined. Then there was the skill and eagerness of her soft, wet mouth; she made sure to worship his cock and balls with tender care, every single inch of them. The most interesting moment though, was when he had been thoroughly spent; Rose had looked up at him with those simpering, sultry eyes. She had begged him to let her continue pleasuring him. Begged to service him more, not wanting to stop. Craig shook his head free of the memory; he didn’t like this feeling, it was almost as though he were confused. Most women he ensnared were one day conquests. On the very special occasion, he might extend his stay for two. Rose however…..she had a peculiar effect on him. He saw a future with this girl. Not as an equal, but with her as his subservient wanton slut. Maybe that’s what he would do; perhaps it was finally time to take on a long term slave. He gazed at her body again, watching her abdomen rise and fall rhythmically with each breath. Dammit how he wanted to take her again! She was so playful, yet so fiery and hot. Like the desert, Craig thought. My very own Desert Rose. His lips curled into a wicked smile at the thought of that nickname. Yes, my Desert Rose. MINE. He strode to the bed, grabbing Rose’s arms, gently dragging her across the mattress until her head hung slightly over the edge. With a quick flick, Craig’s towel fell to the floor. The lust in his loins rose like a an erupting volcano. He couldn’t believe how sexy she looked; asleep and unaware, she still called out to his desires. It was then that Craig decided, he was going to take this all the way, he couldn’t stand the thought of this woman ever heeding the commands of another man. It would begin now. “Rose!” he barked sharply. Her piercing blue eyes snapped open, half in focus. “Open!” Her lips parted and Craig stepped forward. As he rubbed his cock over her lips, he ran a single finger up and down her throat. Mine, he thought, and plunged forward. -- source link
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