Giving
in to impulse, she cupped his ass with one hand, her fingers finding the hollow
at the side, splaying out to cover as much of his flesh as she could. A glance
in the mirror told her he was hard again—wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“You
won’t lose my friendship, Vidar.” She spoke slowly, raised her other hand to
caress up the front of his thigh until the tips of her fingers touched the
springy thatch of hair at his groin. “Let me prove it to you.”
The
shudder that went through him was violent, exciting, but she stayed where she
was, giving him the chance to step away or voice any other objections he could
come up with. His face had tightened, grown almost ferocious, and his breath
grated in and out of his throat.
“Let
me prove it.” She whispered it, tremors starting in her belly and rippling out
into every inch of her body. Putting pressure into her touch, she urged him
around to face her. After the briefest of hesitations, he gave in and she
almost gave a shout of triumph.
Jasmina
licked suddenly dry lips as she surveyed his massive cock. It truly was the
most amazing she’d ever seen. The skin was like satin, stretched tight over the
hard, vein-defined core. It was capped with a perfectly shaped head, darker in
color, that only served to emphasize his arousal.
With
a little moan of pleasure, Jasmina licked from base to tip, holding tight to
his ass just in case Vidar changed his mind.
You’re not getting away from me
now!
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