“Yeah…oh, but it’s only for really, really bad boys. Have uh…have you been a bad boy Mr Machvaya…?”
I grinned salaciously and nodded. “So…so bad…I’ve been having…naughty thoughts…”
I felt stupid just saying that, but I couldn’t stop the words popping out. Her hand was sliding up and down my cock…up and down, up and down and I was losing my mind to the sensation, torn between wanting her to stop before it was too late and hoping she would never ever move that hand away.
She went one better and slipped it inside my trousers, taking me in her expert grip and giving me one firm squeeze that was almost painful.
“Ahhhh….” I hissed.
“Naughty thoughts, Mr Machvaya? About…?”
“You…” I breathed.
“Oh, you bad boy. You’d better come in, so I can…”
She didn’t finish that sentence. She pulled me by my tie into the room, and slammed her mouth onto mine. It took me less than a second to respond, and then my hands were all over her body, as we stumbled into the flat and I kicked the door shut behind us.
We staggered into the bedroom, my hands on her breasts, hers furiously undoing the buttons of my shirt and sliding it off my shoulders. I kicked my shoes off, followed by my socks and yanked my trousers down, stepping out of them.
“Bathroom,” she whispered between kisses trailed along my jawline from my ear to my mouth and back again, “I want you in the shower…”
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