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... immediately lit. Last night was supposed to be the night I put an end to this mess. Oh, but I did not stop him when he squeezed the flesh of my inner thigh under the table. He leaned close to me and used the flat of his thumb to spread my own juices over my clit. “Old man,” I warned, already sounding a little breathless. My legs were spread just right, for the easiest of access. Bart simply smiled that beautiful toothy smile that showcases how very sensual his own lips are. Why couldn’t he have those thin lips that white men usually have that make women of color think that we could never kiss them? His smile made me want to kiss those lips as he applied pressure to my firm bud and slipped his middle finger deep into my wetness. I made the tiniest of sounds and tried so hard not to look like I was coming as I came. He ordered my favorite dessert and patiently watched as he insisted I eat it. All the while, he knew how badly I needed him to fuck me. He smiled wickedly at my want. Now, Bartholomew moans lightly as I move him off of me gently. With the force of his eyes and the play of his face at rest, he looks younger. I call him old man because there are so many years between us. I think he must be losing his hair, but I would not know. His head is shaved smooth as a baby’s bottom. His edged beard is clipped close as it forms a goatee and shades the space above his lips while not interfering with their beauty. He maintains himself exceptionally well. The only real ...

... indication of his age may be the lines at the outer corner of his eyes, lines that always make his eyes seem like they are smiling even when he is not. The graying of his facial hair only makes him look sexy as hell. Looking at his bald head does that thing to my abdomen, that feathery feeling on my insides. I picture my hands running over its smoothness. I see it between my juicy thighs, like that first time in his office. My skirt was slid high on my waist and my legs over his shoulders as he sucked on my most sensitive spot. He drew my tender nub between his teeth ever so carefully as he flicked his tongue across its bared and unhooded face. I leaned back across his desk and made sounds that I’m sure had to be heard by everyone outside of that locked door. I didn’t care. My body shook to its very core with the fierceness of my release. He would not ease up and his strong hands held me in place as I tried to escape. I came so hard. I thought I wet myself. When he rose up, his lips shiny with my pussy’s juices, I kissed him for the first time and tasted my own sweetness on his tongue. I was nothing but want then. I undid his belt and pants in a frenzy of need. I caught my breath at the sight of how beautiful his cock was in my hands. The helmet was so mouthwatering and seeping with his response. His shaft was so thick and lined with veins, I thought I felt them pulsating in my hands. I guided him into me and held my breath as he stretched me wide. “Mr. McCullum,” I whined. ...