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I smile and ponder the question. Besides eating her pussy to completion? Let’s see, bending her over the side of her couch, fucking her against her wall.

There are an infinite number of possibilities.

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bsp; “I thought we could take a walk around the gardens,” I say.

If she only could read my mind, she’d know about all the dirty things I want to do to her right now.

“That sounds kind of romantic,” she says.

“It’s a nice night out, don’t you think?” I ask.

The big glass windows have one of the best views of the city. Outside, the lights inside people’s homes shine. It’s a beautiful night, that’s for sure.

“It’s wonderful outside,” she says.

“So maybe we should get on to it,” I reply.

Glancing toward the back, she says, “I need to use the restroom before we leave. Can you show me where that is?”

I point behind us. “It’s right through that hallway,” I tell her.

She stands and adjusts her dress. “Why don’t you show me? I might need some help.”

She turns her head and pierces me with those dark, beautiful eyes.

The way her lips pop when she says the word “help” sends all the blood in my body down to my cock.

I’m throbbing, aching for her. And she knows it.

In front of me, her ass rocks back and forth, bouncing up and down. I swallow hard and loosen the top button of my suit.

When I walk to the women’s restroom, I stop as a cleaner exits. “It’s right through here, ma’am,” I tell Madison.

“I said I need some help,” she says, pushing open the door.

“I, uh…” I stutter, not knowing the right words to say.

She grabs my shirt and squeezes, lips pouting. “Please?”

The blood rushes to my face.

She pulls me inside.

Lucky for me, it’s empty. We walk in further, and she locks the door to the room in a hurry.

“You’ll have to text your staff and tell them the women’s bathroom will undergo some… maintenance,” she says.

She runs her tongue against the front of her teeth.

“They’ll figure it out,” I say, undoing my tie.

She leans against the wall of a stall. I reach my hand out and grab the back of her thigh. I squeeze and glide upward.

“How’s the negotiating going?” I ask her.

She closes her eyes and turns, arching her ass against the front of my pants. “It’s anyone’s game at this point,” she says.


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