know you’re not wearing any panties. I know that you’ve been
showing me your pretty pussy all night, and I know that you’re
the most desirable lady here tonight. I also know that if you
weren’t married, I’d sure give you a run.” George touched her
hip, his big black hand lightly caressing her flared hip through
the gold fabric.
Pouring and warming the brandy, Melissa smiled at him,
touching his hand with hers, scratching at the back of his big
black hand with her fingernails while she moved closer to the big
football star, lightly pressing the tips of her breasts into his
thick arm.
“Not only am I not wearing any panties, just so you could
see my pussy, but I’m not wearing any brassiere either. I’m
…End of the part17. To be continued..