cgraven
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The stunning little coed’s meek little sensually whispered Yes pleased York. He noticed the hunger in the gorgeous young beauty’s eyes as she saw the crisp $100.00 bills, fifteen in all. His lips bowed in to a sensual hedonistic smile as Emily nervously set up the bucket and champagne, obviously eager to make the staggering tip that was offered and yet still at heart a shy little coed. That fact alone made her surrender to him and to the hands that so intimately caressed and aroused her all the sweeter.
All eyes where on the gorgeous young coed as her hips began to sensually sway.
"Are you ready Mr. York?" Gentlemen?"
York rose slowly his hands encircled Emily’s trim little waist as he lifted her to the little stage of the private room. He lifted her as if she was as light as a feather. The man had a strength that his age hid well. His dark eyes so haunting captured the young innocent’s. he had seen how hesitant and uneasy she had been when the music had started.
“Emily just let the music wrap around you. Let it caress you like a lover let it call to you, let it seduce you.”
His voice was dark and almost as rich and compelling as De Loup’s Slowly the music began again the datk sensual notes of the saxophone caressing, tempting the young coed who now stood on the little stage her back pressed to the brass dancer’s pole. Standing there in the little island of white light, leaving Emily no place to hide as the dark seductive notes of the jazz piece caressed her as De Loup’s hands had in his office .
All eyes where on the gorgeous young coed as her hips began to sensually sway.
"Are you ready Mr. York?" Gentlemen?"
York rose slowly his hands encircled Emily’s trim little waist as he lifted her to the little stage of the private room. He lifted her as if she was as light as a feather. The man had a strength that his age hid well. His dark eyes so haunting captured the young innocent’s. he had seen how hesitant and uneasy she had been when the music had started.
“Emily just let the music wrap around you. Let it caress you like a lover let it call to you, let it seduce you.”
His voice was dark and almost as rich and compelling as De Loup’s Slowly the music began again the datk sensual notes of the saxophone caressing, tempting the young coed who now stood on the little stage her back pressed to the brass dancer’s pole. Standing there in the little island of white light, leaving Emily no place to hide as the dark seductive notes of the jazz piece caressed her as De Loup’s hands had in his office .