I flipped her onto her stomach, peeled off her skirt and thong and took my time playing with and teasing her, grabbing and spanking her arse, eating her pussy from behind, then biting and kissing her butt cheeks before my mouth made its way to her tight asshole. He was always tooled up and never went anywhere without his driver/minder. Then I felt a laser beam burning a hole in me. We were both lost in this long-awaited moment, just enjoying each other. On New Years Eve I was in a different town a few miles away, celebrating with some old friends and family. She laughed. It was raw, primal and hard. Layla eventually dragged me up to dance, where we spent the rest of the night. Hours of pent-up sexual energy and desire unloading itself while I was still deep inside her. I took the opportunity to offer her a drink and give her a bit of chat. Then I seen that I had a voicemail. She was staring into her phone, being completely ignored by Jim and Kenny who were talking at each other like a couple of dialled up auctioneers. “Uhh, she’ll probably say yes.”
“She’ll probably do what you tell her to.”
It wasn’t long after midnight and I was in a taxi heading back to my place.
