LitShark
Predator
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- Nov 8, 2002
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OOC: All good on my end. Stacy is free.
Mark smiled down at the obedient and eager display of Sammy, she was a special one. He glanced at his watch again with alarm. He looked back up to Stacy.
“You can go. It seems that I don’t have enough time to deal with both of you today. Go practice your greetings on some other customer if you desire.” Mark said to Stacy, sending her back upstairs with a flippant gesture of his hand. “It seems that this one is going to demand all of my undivided attention this afternoon.”
Mark moved his foot, subtly under Sammy’s cheek, caressing her face with the toe of his shoe before reaching down to grasp her by her short ponytail once more and assist her to her feet.
“Does that please you, little whore? Does it excite you to know that I’ll be giving you my 100% attention? Thank me if it does. Since we won’t be needing that one, you may call me Daddy.”
Once she was on her feet again, Mark reached under her leather skirt to grab her wet pussy through her sodden panties. The edge of his hand ground roughly against the cleft of her pussy as he held her face close to his own, almost close enough to kiss her—but not quite, not until she’d earned it.
Mark smiled down at the obedient and eager display of Sammy, she was a special one. He glanced at his watch again with alarm. He looked back up to Stacy.
“You can go. It seems that I don’t have enough time to deal with both of you today. Go practice your greetings on some other customer if you desire.” Mark said to Stacy, sending her back upstairs with a flippant gesture of his hand. “It seems that this one is going to demand all of my undivided attention this afternoon.”
Mark moved his foot, subtly under Sammy’s cheek, caressing her face with the toe of his shoe before reaching down to grasp her by her short ponytail once more and assist her to her feet.
“Does that please you, little whore? Does it excite you to know that I’ll be giving you my 100% attention? Thank me if it does. Since we won’t be needing that one, you may call me Daddy.”
Once she was on her feet again, Mark reached under her leather skirt to grab her wet pussy through her sodden panties. The edge of his hand ground roughly against the cleft of her pussy as he held her face close to his own, almost close enough to kiss her—but not quite, not until she’d earned it.