Jennifer’s eyes were wide, pupils blown wide with lust and shock, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she grabbed my wrist, her fingers trembling as she yanked me toward the open front door of the villa. "e inside," she whispered, voice shaky and urgent. "Now. Don’t make me wait."
I let her pull me inside, the heavy front door clicking shut behind us with a final, heavy thud.
The moment we were in the quiet, dimly lit living room, Jennifer pushed me backward until my legs hit the large velvet sofa, then climbed straight onto my lap without a word. Her thighs straddled my hips, her short skirt riding up, and she hugged me tight — arms locked around my neck, face buried in my chest like she was trying to crawl inside me.
I felt her heart hammering against mine, her breath hot and shaky against my neck. Her hips rolled once, slow and deliberate, grinding down on the hard line of my cock still trapped in my pants.
"Talk to me," she breathed, voice muffled against my skin. "Tell me everything about Kate and that night. I need to hear it... I need to feel it."
I slid one hand up her back, fingers threading through her hair, while the other stayed firmly on my ass, squeezing the soft flesh possessively. The warmth of her skin made my pulse race as I pulled her closer.
I told her how Kate had spiked my wine with aphrodisiacs... and how she wanted to treat her husband’s erectile dysfunction. Jennifer chuckled softly, her breath warm against my neck.
"I would definitely like to see Kate’s face... when I meet her again," she said, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
"Why don’t you ask her to e over here?" I asked, my voice low and playful. "We could do this properly. Today. All of us. She can see exactly how we’re going to fix that issue... together."
Jennifer’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh my god, yes! I’ll go make a call right now!" She gave me a quick, breathless kiss on the cheek, then practically sprinted across the room to her phone on the coffee table. "Kate? Hey... can you e over to my place? I have something important to discuss with you."
I couldn’t hear Kate’s voice over the phone—Jennifer wasn’t on speaker—but she soon hung up and said, "She’ll be here soon."
I grinned. "I’ve got an idea to surprise her."
Jennifer raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "What is it?"
"Where’s your bedroom?"
Jennifer’s eyes darkened with curiosity as she took my hand and led me down the dimly lit hallway. The air between us crackled with anticipation, every step feeling like a promise of what was to e.
When we reached her bedroom, she turned to face me, her gaze locked onto mine as I began to undress. The fabric of my shirt slid off my shoulders, then my pants pooled at my feet, leaving me pletely bare in front of her.
I covered my body with a blanket as I lay on the bed, leaving only my cock peeking out. Then I whispered to Jennifer, "When she es in... say you’ve bought a dildo... and bring her here."
Jennifer understood my intentions, and she stepped closer until she was just inches away. The heat radiating from her body was almost unbearable. "Well..." she purred, her voice low and husky, "in order to make that work... let me help you... make it hard."
Before I could respond, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands sliding up my thighs, her nails grazing my skin just enough to send a shiver down my spine.
I could feel her breath, warm and moist, fanning over the sensitive skin of my shaft. She leaned in closer, her lips so close I could almost feel them, and then—
"Fuck," I groaned as she pressed her lips to the tip, her tongue darting out to swipe a slow, deliberate circle around the head. The wet heat of her mouth was electric, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, my hips instinctively jerking forward.
Jennifer let out a soft, throaty moan against me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
"Mmm, you taste so good," she murmured, her voice muffled as she took me deeper into her mouth. Her tongue worked in slow, teasing strokes, swirling around the underside of my cock before flicking against the sensitive slit.
"I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you."
Her hands gripped the base of my shaft, her fingers wrapping around me as she hollowed her cheeks, taking me in deeper, faster.
The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working me filled the room, mingling with her soft moans and the occasional gasp as she pulled back just enough to tease me.
"You like that?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper as she licked a slow, lingering stripe from base to tip. "You like my tongue on you?"
"God, yes," I managed to choke out, my voice rough with need. My cock twitched in her grip, swelling under her attention, growing harder with every flick of her tongue, every swipe of her lips.
Jennifer let out a low, approving hum, her eyes flicking up to meet mine as she took me deep again, her throat working around the head.
She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening, and then she did it again—this time slower, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she dragged it up to the tip.
"Mmm, you’re getting so hard for me," she cooed, her free hand cupping my balls, her fingers rolling them gently in her palm. "I can feel you throbbing."
The pleasure was almost overwhelming. I could feel my pulse in every inch of my body, my breath ing in ragged gasps as she worked me with a focus that was almost reverent.
She took me deep again, her nose pressing against my skin as she swallowed around the head, her throat fluttering.
A broken moan escaped my lips, and Jennifer pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, her lips swollen and red. "That’s it," she whispered, her voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you. I want to know how good I’m making you feel."
She didn’t give me a chance to respond. Instead, she dove back in, her mouth working me with a rhythm that had my toes curling. Her tongue swirled, her lips tightened, and her free hand stroked the base in time with her movements.
The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking me filled the room, and I could feel myself getting closer, my cock aching with need.
"Jennifer—" I groaned, my voice strained as I threaded my fingers tighter in her hair. "Fuck, just like that—"
But just as I was about to reach for her, the villa’s doorbell rang, its chime sharp and sudden, cutting through the charged silence like a knife.
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