I watched Leslie get dressed into the outfit that she arrived in this morning, holding back my strong urge to bend her over the bed once more.
We spent the majority of the afternoon giving in to our carnal desires, yet I still wanted more.
Today she wore a sexy pinstripe suit with a matching pencil skirt. But her deliberate choice of undergarments was what really had me in a trance.
My eyes traveled down her figure as she gracefully bent over to put on her black heels. The sheer thigh-high stockings peeked out from under her skirt, stirring the beast inside of me.
"Okay, how do I look?" she turned to face me with a brilliant smile.
I don't know if it was an illusion or from all the sex we had today, but she was glowing.
Fuck, I'm hard again.
"You look as stunning as you first came in today," I replied, pulling her in for a kiss.
The softness of her lips was something I couldn't describe, they made me go feral. No, she made me go feral.
