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Michael was shifting through his email when he found this email in the top of his spam folder. He constantly looks through it to ensure he doesn't miss possible important messages from companies he works for. When he read it, he licked his lips, seeing the pictures of the lovely woman made his blood boil in a way he hadn't felt in so long. It had been ages since he had any decent action that stimulated his deepest desires or lusts since his wife had started working again. His sex life with her seemed to have faded and he had always thought of eeking it elsewhere but had no real chance of finding where to look.

So finding this in his email was luck plain and simple given he never signed up to anything pornorgraphic. But still he was feeling a bit unsure, undecisive on whether he should go through with it or not. But he let it sit for a few days, contemplating on the idea. And when his wife once again turned sex down, he went back to his computer the next morning since it was his day off and his wife was away at work. Once he got over the guilt inside and reassured that he needed this he contacted Francesca through email, asking if she was available at the moment, providing his name

The escort replied within the hour. Either business was slow in the morning, or Michael had gotten lucky—either way, before the minutes on his computer's clock had reach double zeroes again, an email appeared in his inbox, bearing the name of Francesca D'Alessandro. At the other end of cyberspace, the brunette beauty sat in her downtown apartment—a cosy one-bedroomed abode complete with an en-suite and a stand-alone bathroom, a small kitchen and a living room/dining room, all sparsely but neatly decorated with silks and floral arrangements. An incense-holder stood empty atop a bedside locker of varnished mahogany, but the air within the apartment was perennially flavoured with the scent of burning pine.

Hi Michael!

I am free until two o'clock. Please call me to confirm time and place—I can't wait to see you baby!

Kisses,
Francesca.

Her phone number sat at the end of the email, serving as the next stepping stone on Michael's route across the rivers of infidelity. Back in her apartment, Francesca left her laptop upon the leather sofa and walked barefoot to her room to make herself up. It had been a slow morning—Michael would be her first client of the day. Assuming he went through with it, that is.

He was shivering a bit as he got the reply, the man still surprised he was going through with all this. But without hesitation he picked up his phone and called the number. He had to hear her voice, something seemed to drive him now, throwing away any worries he had. It would only be a one time thing anyway right? So when he finally got an answer he smiled.

The voice on the phone rang in his ears, making him smile as he heard that soft Italian accent and loving sweet female voice ring through him. She had such a beautiful voice and sounded so sweet when she spoke. He swallowed his nerves, getting the urge to speak"Hi, My name is Michael, you replied to my message today. I was hoping we could arrange a meet sometime within the next hour or so.Maybe for a meal and some fun or just get to the dirty.."He mumbled with a smile, part of him still sounding nervous as he spoke. He was a bit relieved when she agreed, allowing her to set the time and place, which was at some diner down the street at 10 am which he agreed to go to.

After setting the phone down, Francesca donned a simple but elegant white blouse—adorned with small crocheted floral patterns—and a short black skirt to match the knee-high leather boots into which she would slip her feet before leaving the apartment. Judging from the nerves she sensed in Michael's voice, she gauged that this was the first time he had done anything like this. First-timers were a speciality of hers—she was exceptionally patient and understanding—and she wanted to ensure that any nerves he had would be set at ease. She didn't always resort to meeting for brunch in such cases, but she hadn't had any breakfast yet, and she was famished. Dino's would do nicely, and they would still have plenty of time afterwards to 'get to the dirty', as Michael had put it.

Finishing off her ensemble with her boots and a short leather jacket, she slipped her phone and her purse into a black leather handbag—she really did have a thing for the material—and left the apartment. Her long, brunette hair was shiny and voluminous today, her legs bare between the tops of her boots and the hem of her skirt, which came only halfway down her thighs, and she left the top buttons of her blouse unfastened. Her buxom chest strained against the pretty blouse, her breasts pressed together within its confines.

A minute or two shy of 9.55am found her by the entrance of the diner, reclining against the building's exterior with one foot planted firmly upon the pavement, the other against the wall. She had all the glamour and allure about her of an escort, a world apart from the salacious sluttiness of the street hookers on 44th.

Michael fond himself picking out an ensemble of simple jean shorts which dropped to his knees an an inch or two below. He covered his 5'9" frame with a decent t-shirt that had no designs or anything on it.He wore a pair of his favorite Timberland hiking boots, smiling in satisfaction with his outfit. He had yet to get many new clothes that would look anything but normal and seemed to actually enjoy the attire he had. Slipping his phone into one pocket and his wallet into another, Michael took his keys and slipped out the door, the silence of the house allowing him to slip away. From here there was no turning back, he was going to meet a sexy transsexual for a morning of hot fun while his wife was busy with work. However, along the way Michael removed his wedding band, slipping it into a case he had for it in his car, placing it within the center console. the last thing he wanted was ruining this chance by letting her see that he was married.

A minutes aft she arrived and got herself comfy, Michael pulled up, taking the empty parking space in front of the diner. When her client stepped out, he approached her with a smile, his eyes simply staring over every inch of her body, admiring her curves and lovely figure. She was definitely one of those kinds of trannies that made it hard to tell if she was one. Everything about her screamed female, those perky breasts straining in her shirt, her slender figure nicely tucked away inside her skirt and her lovely legs fashioning nice leather boots. She was simply gorgeous. Even her hair made him smile, her locks just complementing her gorgeous looks more and more. Once he found himself standing in front of her he smiled. "Hello Francesca..I'm Mike."He didn't move to shake her hand, not sure what was the best idea for what to do other than giving her a smile. But rather than stand like an idiot he moved and opened the door to let her into the diner.

"Hi Mike, it is a pleasure to meet you," replied the brunette, her voice flavoured with a soft Italian accent. She smiled warmly, and judged his age to be around 40—not that it mattered much. In her line of work Francesca dealt with clients from the ages of 18 to 60, and to be honest, she had found a preference for men a little older than herself. They were generally more self-assured, more courteous, and more interesting, though there were always exceptions. She wasn't quite sure how to read her latest client just yet, but the chivalrous way in which he held the door for her was a pleasing beginning to the matters at hand.

"Oh, a gentleman," she purred sensually, smiling at him and bowing her head graciously before stepping inside the diner. It was a quaint, pleasant establishment, decked out with small wooden-topped tables whose metal legs shone softly in the early morning light that passed through large, street-facing windows. The Italian name above the door was not coincidental either, and it was an young Italian-American waiter who saw them to a table by one of the windows, and left them with laminated, single-page menus before returning momentarily with two glasses and a jug of water.

"So, is this your first time?" Francesca asked in a soft voice, though besides themselves, the diner was occupied only by a couple in the far corner and a solitary elderly gentleman who had long since finished his breakfast, and remained only to read his morning newspaper over a cup of black coffee.

He gave her a smiling nod as she returned his greeting, following the luscious brunette into the diner, sitting across from her as she foun them a table. It wasn't until he sat down that he looked around to really admire the look of the place. There wasn't anything extremely fancy about the place, it was just a peaceful diner that provided food and a place to meet new people whether coincidental or by setting up a meaning here. And by the looks of the guests within it wasn't that busy at the moment. Then again with the time of day most people were at work or school. As the waiter handed them the menus he smiled, looking over the breakfast sandwiches, looking for something small to eat.

"It's my first with a woman such as yourself."He assured her with a soft smile, his lips curling as he did. While he was 40, Michael stayed fit, keeping his figure as toned and lean as he could get. His job called for such at the local construction site in the downtown area. More often than not he always had to step in and help with the manual labor since he had a lack of proper teams working on site. His hands looked rough as he held up the menu, the mark where his weeding band hugged his finger clearly visible on his skilled and tough hand. As the waiter arrived he set his menu down, ordering himself a simple sausage and egg sandwich. Once the food was ordered he set down his menu."So is there anything we need to discuss? i understand the price ranges and given you're free until two I'll assume we have limited time to really enjoy ourselves." Considering the time she set to have something decided by he figured she was short on time so to speak. but if things drew past that he would surely give her the extra money required,seeing as he had more than enough to pay her anyway.

"Hmmm... it depends on what you want," she replied, smiling and arching a suggestive eyebrow in his direction. "But we have enough time. Usually my friends only stay for half an hour or an hour. We can discuss details when we get back to my apartment—it is close." A soft emphasis on the word friends intimated that she did not truly mean friends, and when though her English was clearly very good, her pronunciation of the f in 'half' betrayed any intimations that she was a native speaker. "For now, we can make friends. I hope that you will not be too nervous with me," she added with a soft, short laugh, gently touching his hand. She did not fail to notice the tell-tale mark left by the removal of his wedding ring, but in her line of work she could not afford to judge people based on details like that. After all, she had no idea what had driven Michael to seek out her company. All the same, it was one more thing that she knew about the man, and she did enjoy trying to figure out her clientèle.

When the waiter returned she smiled at him also, ordered a salad and cappuccino, and when he departed she turned back to Michael, her red-painted lips turning up at the corners into another pleasant, soothing smile. "You are very handsome, Michael," she purred, and beneath the table the man felt one booted foot brush the inside of his calf, slowly stroking the exposed flesh beneath his knee.

"Well I'd like for you to teach me and show me just how enjoyable it is being with a woman like you"He assured her, keeping his smile as he looked at her, admiring the simple twitches of her cheeks as she spoke. His eyes watched closely as her lips moved, enjoying the sound of her sweet voice moving through his ears. After so many years of marriage with the person he always called sexy and the most beautiful, he was finding that those words were misplaced after seeing Francesca, and he had yet to see her nude in person in all her glory.
By now his nervousness seemed to fade, accepting that he wanted this and desired it more than anything.

"I should be fine, I just need guidance when we get started is all, after that I'll be able to handle myself." The last thing he needed was to stir her away by being nervous. Once they got started he knew he would be able to give her what she needed with a few pushes in the right direction. Before he could really focus however, he felt her foot rub against his calf, the older gentleman smiling before rubbing back, enjoying how subtle she could be and still send the message of what was going on."And you are a beautiful woman Francesca.."He praised, his eyes now locked on hers, staring into those eyes of the woman that would soon teach him everything he needed to know about transexuals." Are there any boundaries I should know about you or do you enjoy just about everything?"

"You will see that I am very patient and understanding," she spoke of herself, pleased that had no obvious qualms about discussing this in public, even if the diner was largely empty. She had designs on coming here again the future though, so when the waiter returned promptly with their food, she cut off.

"You will be fine," she continued once he had departed again, "and we will have a lot of fun, I am sure. You will learn about me... I will fulfil your desires," she said, lowering her voice and leaning closer to Michael, "but you will see what I like when we are alone. I like you—you seem confident, and that is very sexy in a man."

Her big, brown eyes gazed into his, and a sultry smile was evident again upon her lips. As the pair conversed and ate, she was a picture of relaxed and sensual allure, calm and at ease with her surroundings and her place in the world, and every movement she made seemed a promise of what lay ahead. As their plates grew devoid of food, her foot slowly—agonisingly slowly—made its way further up his leg, until it was but a few inches from his groin. Another couple sat behind her but they did not deter her seduction. When they had finally finished their meals and Francesca's coffee cup sat empty, she insisted that they each pay their own bills and together they left the diner.

"My apartment is close—are you excited?" she asked as they walked side-by-side away from Dino's. "You should be." She laughed playfully, and at the corner a sudden breeze ruffled her long mane of chocolate tresses, billowing them out behind her.

He was more than happy that she intended to work with him as he learned and brought out his inner desires. But when she emphasized how he would be fine and surely enjoy himself, a smile curled on his lips. When she praised his confidence, Michael smiled a bit and relaxed more and more."A lack of confidence tends to make things like this stale and unenjoyable."He assured her.

When he noticed their plates were empty and her coffee cup lacking any more fluid, Michael realized as well that it was about time to leave and let the real fun begin. So rather than have her pay for hers, he decided to let this day run wild and spend whatever he could on her. Besides it was cheap so he paid for both of their meals, leaving the waiter a tip as well. However in the middle of that he felt her foot, his loins hating up as he felt his crotch burn with need and ache for attention. It was time to go and let go of all the tension and need he's had for months.

"I am more than excited..been excited ever since we set this up."He told her, leaving his car parked as he walked with her to her apartment. Michael wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close and letting her feel his toned figure that lay hidden beneath his clothes.

Francesca knew precisely how to respond to her clientèle, and she purred with delight when Michael pulled her close. Her upper body moved willingly towards his, and his fingers felt strong upon the gentle inward curve of her mid-section. Her own arms slid around his waist and she turned her head slightly to smile at him, her eyes narrow and seductive. The pair were of a height, and their eyes met easily, a playful excitement brimming in those of the Italian escort.

"Good," she replied warmly, trailing the fingers of her free hand down his chest, and uttered a soft "ooh" in praise of his well-kept physique. While she had learned to keep up the façade with even the most unattractive of customers, it was always made a little easier when her clients were fit or attractive, and Michael fell into that category. Admittedly, in this line of work one had to learn to overlook appearance, but it was a small bonus nonetheless. Joined at the hip, they quickly covered the distance to her home, and five minutes later they were passing through the lobby of a respectable block of apartments. The heels of her boots clicked upon the steps as they walked up two flights of stairs and arrived at a wooden door numbered 32.

"Hmmm, it is half ten," she mused as she opened the door and invited Michael inside. "One half hour so far—just so you know. I am yours for as long as you can afford me..."

She smiled lasciviously as the door shut behind them, and at last they were alone. Her apartment was seen to consist of a rather spacious living room, which contained a television and leather sofa on either side of a squat, square mahogany table; a small dining table and chairs sat in the corner by the window and to the back lay the kitchen. A door just inside the entrance and to the right lead to the bathroom—the one opposing it to Francesca's bedroom.

Michael smiled, watching, admiring how she ran her fingers across his body and let out soft coos of enjoyment. He was glad he was as fit as he could be, knowing that it worked well in his favor in many ways, this being one of them. So with her form snug agaisnt his while they made their way to her apartment, Michael began to wonder just how much this was gonna cost him. But he wanted to enjoy as much as he could today and he had until 4 to get home.

"I can afford more than a whole day with you..But I would like to play with you until about 4pm if you have the time." Michael was glad he had such a high paying job that left him with a sizeable amount of money to throw around and spend on whatever. More so his money was kept from his wife since both had their own jobs. so with a smile he licked his lips."I want to learn and enjoy a much as I can so just know I have the money." Michael sat himself down on the couch, waiting for her to sit beside him, smiling a bit."So would you like to do some foreplay or teasing? or jump right into it Francesca?" He wan't too eager to beat the bush with this meeting..they both wanted this and there was no reason to push it off any longer

"Well, I have another client at two, so you have to leave at one or half one," she replied, striding sultrily to the couch and slinking in beside him, the letter f again sounding at the end of half—a hangover from learning English from a book. "For three hours... let's say five hundred." The figure—and the very fact that her company came with a fee—were a reminder that this was her job, but the way in which she turned her eyes upon him and let a soft hand trace the outline of his face at least gave the impression that she wanted this as much as he did. Of course, it wasn't true—but the act was all part of the package.

"We can do whatever you want, Mike," said she, crossing one leg over the other, her upper body turned towards him, tightly-bound cleavage gazing up at him from beneath her beautiful face. "I have condoms and lube for sex—music and incense if you like that... but tell me what you like... maybe a blowjob to start?"

She punctuated her suggestion with a playful grin, and her hand slipped from his face to tip-toe slowly down his torso towards his shorts, set on freeing his manhood from its confines.

Michael nodded when she gave him the time he had to leave and the price he needed to pay. The price wasn't bad, given her price ranges from the email. So with a sigh he handed her the money, unsure still if she was being genuine in her words and actions. But nonetheless, once he handed over the money, he licked his lips, watching her trace her hand down his body to meet with his shorts. His breathing slowed down to a calm, relaxing breath." A blowjob sounds like a good start. and then we can do what you want. Seeing as we have a few hours to play.."

When she took hold of his shorts Michael unbuttoned them, wigglign his way out of them, letting her see the bulge in his boxers, begging to be freed and tended to by her soft lips.

Eager to pay and eager to play, thought Francesca, silently pleased at her little rhyme. Her English was good, but she was still not nearly as fluent as she was in her native Italian. It was true too: most of her clients didn't pay until their time was done (though with Michael intending to take up so much of her time, it was good to have that formality out of the way), and he seemed so keen on removing his shorts... once he did, the beautiful escort saw why. His manhood bulged against his boxers, and as if tending to it's silent demands, she let her hand run over the tent in his underwear and curl about his shaft, holding him through the fabric as she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.

He seemed so intent on giving her what she wanted, but he had already given her that. She knew how to treat débutants though, and she was sure that by the end of their time together he would be telling her what he wanted. He seemed considerate too though—gentlemanly, even—and Francesca liked that in a man. Perhaps by the end of their time together she really would want it as much as he did; perhaps she would ask for her own desires to be sated. As her lips moved against his, she drew her hand upwards and let it slide against the flat of his stomach, first her fingers and then the whole hand disappearing into his boxers. Her skin was warm as it closed a circle about his shaft and slowly—sensually—began to stroke his cock, and then she was smiling up at him, and sinking to her knees.

"Take off the boxer, baby," she purred—another cute inaccuracy in her English—as she withdrew her hand and shrugged off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind her. With a seductive smile upon her lips, and her eyes gazing into his, she began to open the buttons of her blouse until it fell open, revealing her voluptuous breasts held in a white lace bra.

Her client smiled, holding back a moan a she softly ran her hand on his bulge, his eyes watching as she worked him, teased him almost with her gentle touch. He was definitely eager to enjoy this, to indulge in his own pleasures. And despite what he said about doing what she wanted, he had an idea she wasn't ready to work on pleasing herself just yet. This was an everyday thing for her so that was a given right?

Michael jumped as she slipped her hand within his boxers and stroked him, letting her warm soft skin stroke his hard meaty cock as it burned with an intense heat. He took a breath though when she pulled away, only to wiggle and push his boxers to the floor, letting her see his cock throbbing with desire. His member stood at least 8 inches long, the 2 1/2 inches of girth pulsing all around while his hefty sack, filled to its limit with his cream. His body ached for pleasure, craved it and was more than happy to give it to this woman. When he looked at her, watching her slowly reveal her bountiful breasts, he licked his lips, looking between them and her eyes, moving towards her."Would you like me to help you undress?" He offered, wanting to touch her, to give her body his complete attention until she was ready .

"Mmm, such a gentleman..." she purred, smiling up at him and drawing herself up on her knees, her face nearing his. "Please," she added by way of invite—her blouse hanging open, her bra fastened behind her back—and her left hand found his cheek. Her eyes remained on his until she tilted her head slightly to one side; her eyelids fell shut and her mouth pressed to his once more, a little hungrier this time. Her right hand found the inside of his thigh and slid upwards, her thumb running sensually over his testicles and up the impressive length of his stiff member. She withdrew her hands only to let her blouse fall from her body and then she was leaning forward, taking him in her hand again as she leaned into his lap and trailed her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip.

Her hair cascaded down her back, fell over her shoulders and brushed the insides of his thighs as she gripped the hilt of his manhood, her lips parting to let him know the warm, wet embrace of her mouth. She moaned playfully around his girth, slowly and smoothly beginning to bob her head, sucking his cock with practised expertise. Her free hand slid up his right thigh, slid along his hip and retraced its steps before slipping under his t-shirt and caressing the toned flat of his stomach. She pulled his cock away from his body a little, inclining her head backwards to look up at him with big, brown eyes as the top half of his shaft disappeared between her red lips, her tongue grinding sensually against the underside of his member.

Accepting her invite, Michael leaned in, pulling off her blouse and watched it fall to the floor, revealing her soft skin, his eyes watching over her. Though with the blouse now shed from her, the man reached around, unclasping the bra, dragging his fingers against the skin on her back, dragging the fabric from her to reveal those perky pillows of flesh. He took a moment to admire her figure, adoring the rack she had her bare figure only alluring him more. So when she teased his bulging sack and shaft Michael shivered softly, feeling it twitch under her touch. This was more than what he could ask for and he was loving every moment.

However, once she gripped his cock and leaned in, her tongue dragging along his cock, Michael leaned back on the couch and relaxed with a soft pleasured moan."Mmmmm" Once he felt those rosey red lips take his shaft, Michael took in a sharp breath, new feelings of pleasure surging through him thanks to her skills. The way she worked his length while caressing him made her client moan and gasp in pleasure, his cock already leaking the pre cum that showed his excitement. "Mmm F-Francesca..that feels so good.."He praised, his hands running through her hair letting his fingers glide through her silky locks. When the woman looked to him he smiled, licking his lips as he watched his cock vanish between her tender lips. While they locked glances, Michael reached under her, massaging her chest, letting her earn some attention of her own.

"Mmmm, I'm happy you like it, babe," she purred, taking her mouth from his cock and letting it stand tall and proud, its upper half glistening with her saliva. Looking into his eyes she gave him her cutest giggle before lowering her head again, and this time when she took him in her mouth she pushed her lips further down his length. Three times his head hit the back of her mouth before she relaxed her muscles and slowly worked him into her throat, waving her head from side to side to accentuate the visual element of swallowing his member.

Her hand still encircling the base of his impressive manhood, Francesca took him again and again into her throat, her hand working as an extension of her lips to stroke that which her mouth did not cover, and the soft squelch of his cock sinking into her throat sounded at the end of each patient, measured stroke. She wanted him to enjoy her fully, and was in no rush to get him off, though with her talents she often got men off quickly.

"No finishing in my mouth, baby," she said apologetically, coming up at the end of one deep swallow. It was one of the rules she imposed on all of her clients, and one which was in place as a safeguard against disease. Unbeknownst to Michael, she had already performed an inspection of his genitals with hand and eye, and had been pleased to find him free of any sores, cuts or dreaded creepy-crawlies. "If you want that, you have to use condom. Or cum on my face—whatever you want." Again she smiled up at him with practised seduction, willing to meet his every desire, as long as those desires broke none of her rules.

his cock twitched when her mouth left it, the thick rod hungry for more, eager to feel her lips suck it down. Of course his cock didn't have to wait long as she took him deeper into her mouth, teasing him a moment before letting his meat rod sink into her throat, arching back with a sharp, pleased gasp."Mmmm yes baby.." He moaned with delight, simply loving the pleasure her mouth gave him, turning what he thought was a simple blowjob into something more pleasurable. with his cock diving deeper into her throat with each move down her throat sending waves of pleasure through him. His wife never did something like this at least not when they were engaged in sex. So as her hand worked the base his cock pulsed, letting her know he loved what she was doing.

"I-I understand..I-I should be ok for a little while longer..s-so please don't stop.."He moaned, his hands combing her hair more, his hips thrusting lightly, unable to fight the need to fuck her mouth. But even as he fought the need to cum, he found it hard, a few thrusts and sucks later and he was drawing close to his limit."O-Oh wow..m-maybe not..Baby..I'm getting close.."

Giggling, Francesca withdrew, holding his slick, throbbing member in one hand. Her brown eyes turned up to him, and a playful smile hung in the upturned corners of her mouth.

"Mmm, sounds like I am doing well. Come to the bedroom with me—I don't want to get stains on my sofa," she said, laughing lightly. Glancing down at the shorts and boxers which remained still around the ankles of his booted feet, she added "you can leave those here. I don't think you'll need them." Again she giggled and smiled at the man, exuding a calm confidence which she knew was the best way to set first-timers at ease, and after helping him out of his boots she took his hand and lead him into her room.

The bedroom itself was not quite as spacious as the living room, but it was still large enough to hold a plush king-sized bed and a chest of drawers. To the right of the room there was a window, and between it and the bed sat the mahogany night stand upon which her incense holder lay. To the left, a door was closed between them and the en-suite bathroom, and above them—fixed to the ceiling—was a full-length mirror, which had brought pleasure to much of her clientèle. Closing the door behind them, Francesca turned to Michael and enticed him to sit next to her on the bed, the fingers of one hand playing tantalisingly on his thigh—just inches from the throbbing member which so desperately sought satiation— and her large breasts hung in perfect orbs from her chest.

"So tell me baby," she purred, her accented voice dripping with sensuality, "do you want me to make you cum?"

He let out a heavy breath when she stopped, his cock twitching frequently no that the pleasure left when he was so close. But he knew it was to do this somewhere more comfortable and for her to tease. But in all honesty the bed sounded so much like a better place to enjoy their time. So shedding the lat of his clothe Michael followed her to the bedroom, relaxing a bit more with her confident voce reassuring him everything was alright.

He took a moment to admire the room, how it's small size compared to the living room was nothing short of wonderful. It was perfect for her and her client's needs while providing a sexy, comforting atmosphere. By now his nervousness had faded and he was more then ready to take this in stride. With her invitation welcomed, Mike joined her on the bed, his eyes looking over her slender form. The way she spoke those lat words made him shiver."Mmm yes baby please..make me cum.."He begged softly. his cock still hard and hungry, his eyes slowly shifting down her body until it met with her own crotch, eager to see what she herself was packing beneath the skirt.

Murmuring sexily, she pressed her lips to his and let her hands find the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it up and over his head so that Michael was now completely naked. Their lips met again and this time she parted her lips and let her tongue seek out his, and for a moment they held that embrace. Then—with one hand firmly upon his chest—she eased him back onto her bed and slithered to her knees once more. Her breasts pressed against his knees and thighs—warm and soft as they hung from her chest—and he felt the now familiar sensation of her hand encircling his cock.

"Mmm, cum for me, baby," she purred as began to stroke him, kissing her way up his inner thigh and grinning up at him. "Cum for me, Michael." As she jerked him off, her lips closed gently upon his testicles and at the base of his shaft, laying tender, sensual kisses all around his groin. His cockhead rubbed her cheek and her tongue ran up his length, but she did not take him into her mouth again.