Page 149 of Torrid Passion
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What are you doing?
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I leave my phone where it is and respond by typing with one hand.
Giving you what you like.
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Fuck me.
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Pity you can’t fuck me.
I twirl the bra around my finger before dropping it on the bench. With my eyes glued to the screen, I inch the panties down my legs, slow and sexy. The expression on his face is priceless. He even brings his face closer to his screen, as if he’s unwilling to miss out on the action.
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Fuck, woman.
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This is what you like?
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I turn around and flash him my ass. I do this little sexy dance, swinging my hips from left to right. In these heels, knowing his attention is on me, gives me wings. It’s like I have some power over him. Maybe for once, I might be the one unraveling him. Arousal shoots through me at the thought and I continue my seductive dance. I even drop low to the floor a few times before bending over and wiggling my ass at him. I look over my shoulder and he’s staring at me like he wants to eat me alive.
I guess those lessons came in handy after all.
I resume my mission, feeling the naughty thrill run through me. I bring my hands to my ass cheeks and pull them apart. I even widen my stance and curve my back to give him a better view. I look over my shoulder again, grinning as I watch his reaction. His jaw drops.
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You’re so fucking wet!
Honestly, I’m turned on like a light switch.
He squints at the screen.
Your pussy is swollen and dripping. It’s incredibly tempting. Too bad I can’t make you come with my mouth.
Fuck, that just made me wetter.
I slide my fingers between my lips and turn them up at the phone as proof of my arousal.
You’re dirty, dirty, dirty.
I blow him a kiss and wink.
Two can play at that game, dumpling.
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I break from my sexy pose and grab my phone.
