The little lady.

I watch the little lady as she comfortably sleeps. There's something about her. Something that I just can't say no to. Something that makes me need her. Bringing out a raw animalistic hunger.

Ordinarily,  I wouldn't bring girls here myself.  I may use girls that others have bought here, but I don't bring them myself.  I couldn't resist this one. More so, I couldn't remember the last time that I was told no. She had me craving something dark and forbidding with a few words from her sweet deprived mouth.

She conjures up something inside of me that even I don't understand.  Not in my 27 years. She moves slightly, a quiet angelic moan escaping her. Her blonde silken hair falling to cover her face. A strand, lying against her pink lips.

She pulls a knee up towards her stomach as if beginning to get comfortable on the black couch in the fetal position.  Her dress rides up baring her tanned legs to my eyes. I'm hard. I swig from the glass holding the amber liquid and grab the stiffness, pushing down in a harsh grip.

I just want to fuck her. That's all. I want to fuck her innocent cunt. Hard and rough. I want to fuck her Virgin arse. Forcing her to show me the shy whimpers and moans of ecstasy. And I want to fuck her sweet untouched mouth.

I know nobody's had her. I don't need proof.  Or anybodys words to tell me so.

I imagine her naked. Her arse in the air, presented to me. Her silver and golden locks spread on the ground her head rests on. I'd hold her wrists high up on her back. Forcing moan after moan from her precious mouth as I pound into her from behind.

I imagine holding her by the waist and having her ride my hard cock. Her tits bouncing in front of my face while -

Pulling myself back to the present I watch her move. The moans teasing my senses. She sits up and stretches, her eyes still closed. She stands and begins to walk to the right. Towards the door.