The Bun also Rises Chapter 3 - Liz and Prince Malcolm - Sex Stories

The Bun also Rises Chapter 3 - Liz and Prince Malcolm

... manhood into the velvety cave. More and more till she was filled to her molten core. Then they began the dance. Moving in time with each other, as millions of couples had done before them and millions of couples would do after them. Rhona's arms out stretched to grab at anything that would steady her as she rode though wave after wave of orgasm. Feverishly Malcolm pumped into her, making up for all the lost time that she had pushed him aside. She was his now, he had taken her body and soul. This coupling would never be broken as it was forged in the fire of passion. Mary rolled her eyes. She stuck her bookmark in and threw the book on her bedside stand. Turning off the lights, she pulled the blankets over her head and drifted off to sleep. In what seemed like no time at all the alarm was letting her know that her day was about to begin. She lie in bed and tried to shake the cobwebs off. She was still in that special place in the morning when you can remember in vivid detail every moment of your dream. But as you recall each scene it drifts away and you can't quite remember it in total again. She sat in bed in the dark, and she could swear that Joe was on top of her. There was a fire in the background and she had red hair. There was a moisture between her thighs and she had that lowness in the pit of her womanhood. Mary leaned over and flipped on the light. The dream was gone. Dragging herself to the shower, she labored through her morning routine. Mary made sure she looked ...

... decent just in case Joe came in this morning. She couldn't show up to work looking like a schulb anymore. She passed Liz's room and peeked in. Still asleep. Once in a great while Liz would be up when Mary went to work, but it was rare. Grabbing her coat, she hit the lights and was out the door. She could be pretty quick in the morning even when she had to take a shower. The morning went on as usual. Usual customers and usual orders. At 8:45 she popped back to the bathroom and checked herself in the mirror, and hoped that Joe would make an appearance. Right on schedule 8:56 came around and so did he. “Good morning! You're looking delectable this morning.” All of the sudden, Mary realized that everything had changed. What once was a flirty, but not serious, salutation had become very serious. She could feel her cheeks blush. “Good morning Joe, how are you today?” She had already put his croissant in the oven to warm and was busy making his cup of coffee. “I'm really good Mary, really good. I'm excited about tomorrow night. I've called and made reservations. Seven o'clock is good for you?” “I'll be ready. I'm really excited too, Joe. I'm even headed out this afternoon to do a little shopping.” “Really? What are you shopping for?” He gave his eyes a little twinkle and his brows did the little dance that said 'Oh please let it be lacy and sexy!'. “A dress, and maybe something else. We'll see.” She was already starting to blush. Joe let out a deep laugh. “Well whatever you buy, ...