“Kayla,” he repeated, his voice a low rumble. She pushed aside the prim blouses and pencil skirts, her hands lingering on a black lace bra and matching thong. Come on in, sweetheart. She could hear the sharp intakes of breath, the whispered curses, the promises of what they would do to her if given the chance. Marcus stepped back, his chest heaving, a cruel smile on his lips. He grabbed her, his hands rough and demanding, his lips crashing down on hers. “Hello?” a voice purred on the other end, and Kayla’s heart stopped. He carried her to the edge of the stage, his lips never leaving hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips. Her panties grew damp at the thought, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. We’ll take real good care of you.”
Kayla’s heart pounded in her chest as she pulled back onto the street, her tires screeching slightly. He came, his cum spraying onto her tongue, her cheeks, her chin. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. She pushed aside the prim blouses and pencil skirts, her hands lingering on a black lace bra and matching thong.
