Rebel
I couldn’t wait to get back to my ol’ lady. I don’t even know how I made it through dinner without ripping her clothes off. I can never get enough of her. And she didn't make things any easier. She kept rubbing up against me, and touching me under the table. She knew exactly what she was doing, and by the time we finally made it to the room, I was as hard as a rock. And that was probably her plan anyway.
“You drive me wild,” I said as I helped her out of her dress. I was pleasantly surprised to see what she had on under the dress. “You said wear something sexy. I couldn't exactly wear this to the dinner table, now could I?” she says, turning around so I can get the full view of the sexy lingerie she is wearing. “Do you know how sexy you are?” I ask as I trail my fingers over the o
