Always towards the end of the evening they would play slower, romantic stuff from The Platters and Connie Francis giving us the opportunity to dance c...ose. That was the time when much face powder would be transferred from her face to my jacket and lipstick somehow found its way on to my collar. Later walking Mavis home more powder would appear on my jacket. Nat ‘King’ Cole got it so right. Our relationship was good, although I doubt that either of us would call it love. We got on well. She stood in the doorway and looked around the bar as if she was expecting to meet someone. She paused in her search when she saw me sitting at my table and let a faint smile appear on her lips, not realizing that I was watching her from a different angle through the mirror. Then she continued looking around the room before her eyes stopped on someone sitting at a corner table. She took a deep breath, almost as if she was getting ready to do something that she really didn't want to do, then put. She took his hands then, leading him back to the canvas as understanding filled his eyes. Her picked her up then, laying her in the paint as he took her hardened nipple into his mouth, nibbling and licking it. She arched her hips against him, feeling the tip press into her. He grabbed her hips then, holding her still as he slammed the full length of his cock into her dripping pussy. Her hand swipped across the canvas, dragging the blue into the red as she bucked her hips against him. He groaned. ‘Would you really do that Dev?’ ‘Hell yes.’ To prove it, he did just that, letting his mouth claim hers over and over until she finally drew back, breathless. ‘Oh honey, wait till I get you back to the motel…’ ‘Promises, promises…’ ‘Reni, you are going to learn, I am a man who keeps his word.’ He was good to his word, barely giving her a chance to put down her bags before he dropped his own purchases, and pulled her to him. The heat flared between them and he had her undressed before either of.
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