Page 11 of Hunting Pretty

I remember leaning in close to smell her hair, the soft scent of jasmine, touching the tips of her hair with my fingertips.

On-screen, it zoomed in on Ava’s lips, gently parted,plump, the color of wild raspberries. A witch’s cupid’s bow, an angel’s slight upturning at the corners, bottom lip pouty like a naughty child.

I stroked myself, imagining them parting over my dick, imaging how hot and wet and tight her throat would be.

How lovely she’d choke for me.

How pretty she’d look with tears running down her face.

The camcorder moved down her elegant neck, past the hint of sharp collarbones at the collar of her shirt, and down to those breasts.

Her t-shirt had ridden up to just below her perfect breasts.

I remembered how soft they were pressed up against me and a rush of blood surged into my cock, making me groan as I pumped myself.

The soft breeze from the cracked window urged her nipples to hardness and they strained against the thin fabric.

I imagined rolling those hard buds between my fingers, licking them, biting them.

I couldn’t do that. That was against the rules.

But I hadn’t been able to help myself.

On-screen my free hand reached out, tugging slightly on her t-shirt, giving her sweet little nipples a bit of soft friction.

In her sleep, Ava let out a dreamy moan on camera…

Fuck.

I rewound the tape and closed my eyes as I stroked my throbbing cock, listening to her moan again.

And again.

Oh, she’d moan for me. She’d moan so pretty when Igrabbed a fistful of her jasmine hair and thrust myself between those pretty lips and deep down her throat.

The camera moved down her slim stomach, rising and falling softly with each breath she took. I wanted to bite at the soft flesh under her belly button. I wanted to pour hot wax over her smooth skin to watch it welt.

I leaned over to pump Molton Brown conditioner in my hand.

The smell of jasmine—the smell ofAva—filled my darkened office.

Maybe she’d notice the bottle was gone this morning.

But I didn’t care.

I rubbed Ava’s soft jasmine conditioner over my cock, my blood burning with heat.

Finally.Finally…

The camcorder focused on that spot between her legs.

She had on those maddening white panties with a little silk bow in the small of her back.

They were my second favorite pair: my favorite being her lacy white G-string she wore with her tight cream Armani jeans.

The camera zoomed in close enough to see the soft cotton cupping her pussy lips, the triangle at the press of her thighs slightly damp.

I imagined those panties dripping. Soaked to the point of being see-through, her pink folds swollen and eager for my mouth to worship them.

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