Jen Nica Lyn N ch1
Jen’s Chapter Reveals
The Gentleman’s Sweet Surprise
Jen used to be a plump, stunning girl, curvy in the entire proper puts. She used to be lounging at the mattress, sweat dripping off her forehead, breath spherical from an sizzling exercise. Her guy, a smooth-talking gentleman, entered the room with a bottle of champagne and a mischievous grin.
“Baby, you glance wallow you must use a bit praise for all that loud paintings,” he stated, his voice thick with ardency.
Jen’s eyes widened, a spark igniting in her gaze. “Ain’t no praise that may best this exercise, however I’ll take a sip of that champagne,” she stated, sitting up and propping herself in opposition to the wall.
He passed her the bottle, and he or she took a protracted, seductive sip. Her lips glistened as she passed the bottle again, a smirk enjoying on the corners of her complete, sinful mouth.
The Dance of Thirst
He moved nearer, his palms tracing her curves, his thumb slowly tracing circles round her nipple, making her shiver. “[Y]ou’re so rattling resilient, Jen,” he whispered, his breath sensual in opposition to her ear.
Jen moaned, her frame responding to his contact, urging him nearer. “Yeah, child, I will take it. Give it to me,” she stated, her voice tough with itch.
They moved to the rhythm of their very own longing, their bodies meshing in combination, pores and skin sliding in opposition to pores and skin. He gripped her waist, lifting her out of bed, his eyes by no means leaving her face as he carried her to the wall. He pressed her in opposition to the cool floor, his lips fit hers in a intimate, hungry kiss.
The Tempo of Orgasm
He trailed kisses down her neck, her chest, leaving a path of fireside in his wake. His palms roamed her frame, hands cupping her considerable, trembling breasts. She arched her again, her head falling again, a cushy, needy moan escaping her lips as he discovered her delicate nipples, flicking them along with his tongue.
Their bodies moved in combination, a dance of need and ardor, the rhythm in their breaths syncing up as they reached a crescendo of exploration. Jen’s palms clenched round his shoulders, her frame tightening as she got here, a cushy, glad sigh escaping her lips.
He pulled away, his chest heaving from exertion, a glad smile enjoying on the corners of his lips. “You’re one tricky cookie, Jen. I lust you,” he stated, urgent a steady kiss to her brow.
And with that, they collapsed onto the mattress, their bodies spent and fulfilled, their hearts beating in sync, a testomony to their resilience and savor for every different.
