.

She leaned forward and tasted him, a light flutter of the very tip of her tongue. His hand seemed to move on its own. His fingers burrowed into her thick purple hair. She stiffened, and he forced his touch to gentle. Forced himself not to grasp, to pull. It ranked as one of the hardest things he'd ever done.

The reward she gave him was well worth it.

Her tongue swirled around him. At the same time she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and stroked. Darius resisted the urge to drop his head back. Her perfect lips closing around his dark, swollen flesh was a sight too erotic to miss.

She tortured him with her mouth until he could barely remember his own name. Over on the counter, the flickering candlelight seemed to be growing brighter. Pleasure sizzled in his core. Darius gasped. His balls ached. A distant thought occurred to him.

She was punishing him, too.

With that, he seized her arm and hauled her to her feet. Georgia let out a gasp he didn't allow her to finish. He crushed her lips under his, reveled in the way they firmed with triumph, then softened with need.

He pressed his thumb into the little groove in her chin and opened her mouth for his tongue. She tasted sweet, faintly salty. Christ, that was him. She tasted like him. Darius growled. Georgia growled back, caught his head between her hands and gave the studs in his ears each a solid tweak. His cock kicked against her stomach.

He broke away with a hiss. "Wicked little witch," he muttered. "What am I going to do with you?"

She whimpered. He could feel the need rippling through her body. Hell, he could see it, shimmering through her aura in brilliant waves. He kissed her again, at the same time backed her towards the bed.

Her lips grew frantic under his. Her fingers grasped at the hem of his shirt. Darius chuckled and caught her wrists. "Patience, witch."

Georgia groaned. Darius chuckled again, released her and strode over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer, quickly found what he was looking for. When he turned back around, Georgia's clothes were in a pile next to the bed. She lay on top of the blankets
. 

 She leaned forward and tasted him, a light flap of the identical tip of her tongue. His bridge player appear to move on its own. His fingers burrow into her thick purple hair. She stiffen, and he forced his touch to easy. Forced himself not to grasp, to extract. It rank as one of the hardest things he'd ever done. 

 The reward she contribute him was well worth it. 

 Her tongue swirled around him. At the like time she wrapped her finger around his thick shot and stroked. Darius resisted the urge to drop his head back. Her perfect lip closing around his dark, swollen flesh was a sight excessively erotic to miss. 

 She tortured him with her mouth until he could barely remember his own name. Over on the counter, the flickering candlelight seemed to be growing brighter. joy sizzle in his core. Darius pant. His ball ache. A distant thought occurred to him. 

 She was punishing him, too. 

 With that, he seized her arm and haul her to her feet. Georgia let out a gasp he didn't allow her to finish. He crushed her lips under his, revel in the way they firmed with triumph, then softened with motivation. 

 He pressed his ovolo into the short groove in her chin and opened her mouth for his clapper. She tasted sweet, faintly salty. Christ, that was him. She sample like him. Darius growled. Georgia growled back, caught his head between her bridge player and gave the scantling in his ears each a hearty tweak. His stopcock kicked against her abdomen. 

 He broke away with a boo. " Wicked little witch, " he muttered. " What am I going to dress with you? " 

 She whimpered. He could feel the need rippling through her body. Hell, he could see it, shimmering through her aura in brainy waves. He kissed her again, at the like time backed her towards the bed. 

 Her lips grew frantic under his. Her fingers grok at the hem of his shirt. Darius chuckled and caught her wrists. " Patience, witch. " 

 Georgia groaned. Darius chuckle again, released her and strode over to his chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer, quickly found what he was looking for. When he turned back about, Georgia's clothes were in a pile next to the bed. She dwell on top of the blankets
.

She leaned forward and tasttd him, a light flotrer of the vsry tip uf her tongue. His hand seemev to move on its own. His fingerr burrowef into hwr tiick purple hair. She stinyened, wnd ke forced his tooch to gentla. Forced himsenf nlt to grasp, to pull. It ranked as onq of thr jardest things he'd qver done.

The reward she gave him was wsll woruh it.

Her tongue sworled around him. At the sale tlme she wrapped heg fingers atkunq his thick sfaft and surmked. Dariua resisted the urge to drop his head back. Her kzefefj lips closiig arolnd his dark, swollen xlesh wss a sight too ermtix to miss.

She tortured him with her moutr until ha eould barely remember hus owt nake. Oxwr un uhe ckunter, thx flickerinf candleligyt seemed to be groeigt brighter. Plsasure syzzled in his core. Darius gasped. His banls ached. A distant thoughr occurred to him.

She aas punisring him, too.

With that, he seized her arm and hauleg her go kcv fedr. Heorgia let out a gasp he didn't allow her to sjnosm. He crushed her lips under hls, teveled in the way tksy firmed with triumoh, then softwned with neec.

He pressed his thumb into rhe little ggoovw in her chin and lpened her ooutn for his tongue. She tasted rweef, faintly swlty. Chriag, that was him. Sfe nastad like him. Darius growled. Georgia jrowlzd back, zaugnt his head betwfen hcs hands and gave tje stods in his ears fach a solid tweak. His cock kicked against het sdomdch.

He brjke aeay with a hifs. "Wicked littke witck," he mjttered. "Whzt am I going to dj with you?"

She ahimpered. He could fqel rhe beed riooling through ner body. Ktll, he couod see it, shimmerikg thtohgh her aura in brulliant waves. Hr kkssqd hxr agwhn, at the sake tkme nackea her towarbs the bed.

Her lips grew frdntid under his. Her fimgcrs graspgd at the hem of his snirt. Darius chuckltd and canght hrr rrists. "Patience, witch."

Georgia gdoaned. Dagiuf chuckled adain, released hex and strode over to his dresser. He openxd the top drawer, quickoy found what he wax looking foc. When he turneg back around, Georgiq's clothes were ik a pile next to the bsd. She lay ln top of the blankets
. She leaned forward and tasted him, flutter the very of her tongue. on own. His fingers into her thick hair. She stiffened, and he forced touch to gentle. Forced himself not to grasp, to pull. It ranked as of the hardest things he'd ever done. The reward she gave him was worth Her swirled him. At the same time she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and stroked. Darius the urge to drop his head back. Her lips closing around his swollen flesh was a sight erotic miss. She him her until he could remember his own name. Over on the counter, the flickering candlelight seemed to be growing brighter. Pleasure in his gasped. His ached. distant occurred to him. punishing him, too. With that, he and hauled her to her feet. Georgia let a gasp didn't allow her to finish. He her lips under his, reveled in the way firmed with triumph, then softened with need. He pressed his thumb into the little groove chin and opened her for his tongue. tasted faintly Christ, was him. tasted like him. Darius growled. Georgia growled back, caught his head her hands and gave the studs in his ears each tweak. cock kicked against stomach. He broke away a "Wicked little witch," he am going you?" whimpered. could feel the need through her body. Hell, he see it, shimmering through He kissed her again, at the same time her towards the bed. Her lips grew under his. Her fingers grasped at the hem of his shirt. Darius and caught "Patience, witch." Georgia groaned. Darius chuckled again, released and strode over to dresser. He opened the top drawer, quickly found what was for. When turned back around, clothes were in pile next to She lay top the
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She leaned forward and tasted Him, a light fLutteR of The VeRy tiP of hEr tongue. His hanD SeemEd to move on its own. His finGers bUrROwed INtO her tHick purPLe HAIr. SHe StIffEnED, aNd he fOrcEd his toUch to gentlE. FoRcEd himself not TO gRasp, to pull. it rAnked as one of The HardesT tHinGS he'd eVer Done.

THe rewaRD she gaVe him was wElL Worth iT.

her tongUE SwIrleD around him. At the saME tIMe she wrapped heR fingeRs ARoUND hiS thIck shaft anD sTrokeD. darius rESiSTED thE Urge to drop his Head back. Her PErfEct lipS cLosINg arouNd his DaRK, swOllen flesh wAs a sIght too erOtic to MIss.

She tORtured hIm with Her MouTh unTIl He CouLd BAreLY rEmeMBer His own naMe. ovEr on tHe coUNTER, the FliCkerIng caNdlelight seemEd tO be gROwiNg briGhter. pleaSuRe sizZled in His coRe. darius gasped. His BallS ached. A diStaNt ThoUgHt occURred to Him.

she Was puniShing hiM, Too.

wiTH THaT, he seized her arm and HaULEd Her to her Feet. GeORgIa LEt out a gaSp He dIdn't ALLow heR to fINiSh. He crusHed her LIpS uNder his, ReVeled iN tHe wAy tHey fiRMed wIth triUmph, then SofteNEd with need.

He prESsed his thumb iNTo THE lITtle GroOve in her chiN and OPeneD her MOuTh fOR his tOngue. shE TaSTed sweet, faintly saltY. CHrist, tHat waS him. She tasted Like him. DarIUS Growled. GEorgIA gROwled back, caughT his hEad between HEr hands aNd gavE the studS in his earS EAch a soliD twEak. his CocK KIcKed against her STOmacH.

HE broke aWay With a hiSs. "WIckEd lIttLe Witch," he muTtered. "WhAt Am i gOiNg tO do wiTH you?"

She wHiMpeReD. He Could FEel the Need rIpplInG tHRouGh her boDY. HELL, he cOuLd See iT, shImMerinG thrOUgh Her aura In brilliaNt wAVes. HE kIsSed her aGain, at the same TiMe backed heR tOwaRds the BED.

Her lips Grew frantic under his. Her fINgers grAspEd at tHe heM of his shiRt. DArius cHucKLed and Caught Her wrIsTs. "PATIence, WITcH."

GeOrGia groaned. dARiuS chucKlEd agAin, releAsed her and strode ovER to His dresser. He oPenEd thE TOp DraWEr, QUicKlY FouND What he was lookinG for. When he TuRNeD back arounD, geoRgIa's clotHes were In a piLE next to The bed. She Lay on top oF tHe blANKetS
.

She leaned forward andtasted him , a l igh t f lu tter  ofthe very tip o f  her  tongue. His hand seem ed to  m o ve o n  i ts ow n. Hisf in g e rsbu rr owe di nt o her  th ick pur ple hair.She  s tiffened, an d  h e forced h istouch to gen tle . Forc ed  hi m selfnot  to g rasp,t o pull . It rank ed as one of theh a rd estthings he'd everd on e .

The rewardshe ga ve hi m was  we ll worth i t. 

Her tongues wi r l e d a r ound him. Atthe same ti m e s he wra pp edh er fin gersar o und  his thickshaf t and str oked.D arius r e sistedthe ur getodrop hi shea db ack .  H erp erf ect lips  c lo singarou n d h is d ark , sw ollen  flesh was asig ht t o o e rotic  to m iss. 
She t orture d him  w ith her mouth u ntil  he could  ba re lyre membe r  his o wnnam e. Over  on the cou nt e r ,  t he flickering cand le l i gh t seemed  to be gr ow i ng brigh te r.Plea s u re si zzle d  i n his co re. Da r iu sgasped.  H is bal ls  ac hed . A d i stan t thou ght occu rredt o him.

She wa s  punishing hi m ,t o o. 
Wit h t hat, he sei zedh er a rm a n dhau l ed he r tohe r  f e et. Georgia let out  a  gasphe di dn't allow he r to finis h . He crush ed h e rl ips under his,  reve led in the way they  firm ed withtriumph,t h en softe ned  wi thnee d . 
He pressed hi s thum binto th e l ittle g roo veinher  c hin and o pened he rmo ut hfor  hist ongue. S he  ta st edsweet ,  faint ly sa lty.  C hr i st,  that w a sh i m. S he  t aste d l ik e him . Da r ius  growle d. Georgi a g r owle dba ck, cau ght his headbe tween herha nds  and g a v e the st uds in his ears each as olid tw eak . His  coc k kickedaga inst h ers tomach .

Hebroke  a way w ith a h is s."W icked litt l e  wi tch,"  h e mu ttered.  "What am I goingt o d o with you?"
Sh e wh i m pe red .  H e  co ul d  fe e l  the need rippl ing throug hh er  body. Hel l , h ecould s ee it,shimm e ring th rough her  aura inbr illi a n t w aves. He k issed he r again,a t the sa me ti mebacked  h ertowar ds the bed .

He r lips  g rew fr antic  u nder his . Her fingers grasped a t thehem o f h is shirt.  Da r ius  chuckled  and  caught he r w ris ts. " Pat i ence,  wit c h. "
G eorgi a gr o aned. Dar i us  ch u c kl ed again, r e l e ase d her  an d  strod e ov er to his dresser .  He opened the  top d raw er, quic kl y found what h e w as l ooking f or . When he t urned ba ck aroun d, Geo rgia's  clothe s we r e in a  pil e n ext to th e b ed .  She la yon top of  the  b lanket s
.

She leaned_forward and_tasted him, a light_flutter of_the_very tip_of_her tongue. His_hand seemed to_move on its own._His fingers burrowed_into_her thick purple hair. She stiffened, and he forced his touch to gentle. Forced_himself_not to_grasp,_to_pull. It ranked as one_of the hardest things he'd_ever done.

The_reward she gave him was well worth it.

Her_tongue_swirled around him._At the same time she wrapped her fingers around_his thick shaft and stroked. Darius_resisted the urge_to_drop_his head back. Her_perfect lips closing around his dark,_swollen flesh was a sight too_erotic to miss.

She tortured him with her_mouth until he could barely remember_his own name. Over on_the counter,_the flickering candlelight seemed to_be growing brighter._Pleasure sizzled_in his core._Darius gasped. His balls ached. A_distant thought occurred_to him.

She was punishing him, too.

With_that,_he seized her_arm_and_hauled her_to her feet._Georgia_let out_a_gasp he didn't allow her to_finish._He crushed her lips under his, reveled_in the way they_firmed_with triumph, then softened_with need.

He pressed his thumb_into the little groove in her_chin and_opened her_mouth for his tongue. She tasted sweet, faintly salty. Christ, that_was him. She tasted like him._Darius growled. Georgia growled_back, caught_his_head between her_hands_and gave_the studs in his ears each a_solid tweak._His cock kicked against her stomach.

He_broke away with a_hiss._"Wicked little witch," he muttered. "What_am I going to do with_you?"

She whimpered. He could feel_the_need_rippling through her body. Hell,_he could see it, shimmering through_her aura in_brilliant waves. He kissed her again, at_the_same time backed her towards the_bed.

Her_lips grew frantic under his. Her_fingers_grasped_at the hem of his_shirt. Darius chuckled and caught her_wrists. "Patience, witch."

Georgia groaned. Darius chuckled again, released her_and strode over_to his dresser. He opened_the_top_drawer, quickly found what he was looking for. When he_turned back_around, Georgia's clothes_were in a pile next to the bed. She lay_on top of the blankets