. we only had seconds left before the doors would open again, and someone might get on . . . I grabbed the front of your jeans, and practically ripped...off the button getting it undone, and only half unzipped you before I was yanking your pants and g-string down. I looked up to see your eyes in the wall mirror staring at me intensely, and I spit in the palm of my hand and lubed up the head of my cock."Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" you said in a half-strangled voice. "No." I said, and your eyes bulged. Within 15 minutes they were making love like they had done every morning since they had arrived three days ago and ended as he let go inside her. They lay there for a while in each others arms then the thought slid into her brain but she said it out loud."I wonder if he fucks as well as looks?" Who?" asked her husband curious by this unexpected outburst. She laughed gently"The guy down the hall in room 106, I was just thinking it but it just popped out!"They both laughed at her statement then. "Not so much," Wolfgang shrugged. "How many dresses do you want to see?" All of them," she said with a small laugh.They were in one of Berlin's better design boutiques, Dernier Cri, and sitting on a silk divan while their hostess organized a parade of expensive dresses for their private shopping pleasure. The showing was by appointment only and Eva had been lucky to get one, but convincing Wolfgang of that wasn't so easy. He'd already finished two glasses of Moet champagne and was looking at. As i stood there gazing outside, i heard his steps approaching me. The room was hushed. The soft light of the cloudy noon illuminated the room dimly. In the muffled quiet, i was conscious of sanjeev’s presence with such force that my skin felt his touch though he was standing apart from me. I could saw each detail of his face though my face was away from him. I began to feel his mouth on mine though we had not kissed. He has become a part of me, i thought.I turned back to face him. He stood.
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