She dressed carefully that morning...choosing a short dress... low scoop neckline...buttons all the way down the front...the first three undone...showing a hint of her cleavage and the swell of her full breasts...the bottom two also left undone... the lace on the top of her black stockings peeking out as her heels clicked on the sidewalk...hips swaying with a confident air of sexuality as she walked to the sidewalk cafe...
A cool breeze in the air hardening her nipples...long silky hair flowing freely on the week end...her perfume light and fresh...feeling heads turns as she walked down the street...a smile crossing her lips...knowing she had created the desired effect.
Her step quickening a bit now...searching thru the crowd for him...knowing full well her outward appearance gave no indication that she was a submissive...coming here to meet her Master...a rendevous she had planned for the two of them...
Feeling his presence more than seeing him now...almost being able to close her eyes and walk right towards him...so connected was she to him...her heart still skipping a beat each time she saw him...eyes devouring him as she walked towards him ... cool and confidant...the perfect specimen of a black man ... impeccably dressed even on the week end...his large shoulders bulging from his shirt open at the collar...smooth ebony skin glowing softly in the sunlight...strong thighs straining against his pressed and creased jeans...the bulge in his crotch more than noticeable...a small shiver going thru her ...reaching the table and pulling out a chair...sitting next to him...her hand automatically slipping between his thighs... fingertips brushing up against his balls and kissing him hello ... her eyes shining with devotion for this man who had become her very reason for breathing...for getting up each day...
Her breath catching as he leans over and gently nibbles on her neck...his scent flooding thru her...filling her with instant desire...his breath hot a... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
