Page 47 of Torrid Passion
In LA, a guy like me is at a disadvantage. Inflated silicone tits are inevitable. I won’t lie, sometimes it does the trick. Women spend tens of thousands of dollars to emulate Kyla’s natural teardrop breasts, but fall short. No matter how gifted, there isn’t a plastic surgeon in Tinsel Town capable of duplicating what Mother Nature has so perfectly created.
What a banging body.
If pin-up models were the rage, Kyla would be the poster child. She’s the perennial pin-up girl. Her body is homage to ultra femininity. I know my fair share of Victoria's Secret models, having worked with them on the videos my studio produces. They ain’t got nothing on Kyla. Her hourglass figure is something else. Her tits bounce nicely against her chest. They’re big enough to fill my hand, yet perfect to fit in my mouth. I can’t wait to circle my large hands around her slender waist as I drive into her pussy. And her slightly curvy hips are too tempting for words. Yeah, this woman’s body could make a grown man weep.
“You’re staring, Loki.”
You bet I am.
“Because you’re fucking beautiful. And because I’ve waited three years for this moment.”
“I don’t even know what to say.”
“My fantasies pale in comparison to reality. Those panties are smoking hot.”
“Thanks. I’m a bit of a lingerie whore. Pretty lacy bras and panties make me feel sexy.”
Words after a man’s cock.
Duly. Noted.
“The vibrant pink shade against your skin complements the flush of your cheeks.”
“I can’t seem to stop blushing around you.”
Once again, her shy smile disarms me.
“I hope this isn’t your favorite set,” I say, reaching out for her panties.
“I just got them, so I’m not attached to them yet.”
“Good to know.”
I rip the panties right off her, tearing them in the process.
I let out a primal grunt at the sight of her magnificent trimmed martini glass.
“Jesus, Loki!” she gasps.
The sight of her naked body is un-fucking-believable. My mouth waters and my balls draw up tight tomy body.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” I tell her.
“Promises,” she smiles.
“It’s a guarantee. Something tells me I’ll love ripping panties off your sexy-as-fuck body… over, and over, and over again.”
“Oh.”
“Word has it with Grant, you’ll see God. When I’m done with you, you’ll not only sit at God’s table, you’ll also dance with angels. Don’t expect to walk straight for a week after I’m done ravishing your pussy.”
My arousal is strong, it’s like a fucking beast lives inside of me.
“God, Loki, I think I might climax just from your words,” she hisses, clenching her legs together.
“Don’t you dare. You come over my tongue, my fingers, or my cock. Understood?”
Her body tenses under my touch.
