Michael Plays A Dangerous Game For The Willing

The persona of Mister Michael Ryan is hardly one to pass up an opportunity to reverse the situation such as this. Taking a moment to steel himself with **** confidence he walks to the house of the ideal woman of his dreams before closing and locking the sliding glass and wooden door behind him.

Many times in the past four years, Miss Jinsoku has invited him in for drinks or a snack along with paying him for mowing her lawn. Almost instinctively, he knows the way to the master bedroom. He is so focused on her that he hardly notices his own feat.

That being Michael’s goal as he cautiously peers in and watches Miss Jinsoku as she leans against her dresser, obviously trying to recompose herself as she panted for breath.

Sayhoushi’s so fraking gorgeous… damn… Sayhoushi would reprimand Michael if she caught him talking or writing in contractions. However, he thinks he may like that from her.

Gazing at Miss Jinsoku, Michael gently and stealthily glides up closer to the woman of his dreams. Her trim and supple body still similar to a nymph as if she was a teenager despite the more svelte curves of her hips. Her pert flesh, down to her svelte legs drives his reptilian brain insane. It fills his mind with false confidence to do what he came in to do.

Recklessly and perhaps foolishly to some, Michael reaches out gently but firmly rest his hands upon her firm and svelte hips.

As Michael’s hands contacted, Miss Jinsoku spins around with a contracting grasps, “Aaahhh… no… Captain…… nnnooo!…!!… I am… a politician… now… Please, I am engaged… wonderful man… you should not be here… the Luncheon…!… leave… I must…”

Michael has wondered why Miss Jinsoku had taken so many days of vacation recently, it must have been for her campaign. He wonders if she plans on still teaching or if the political position was full time.

Until Michael’s aura grazes the hairs on the back of Miss Jinsoku, he bends down to whisper in her ear seductively, “Just for me, to look sexy… you dressed so very nicely, for me… did you not…?…

“My mother is the one who suggested that I ask about mowing your lawn today to help alleviate any conflict with your luncheon that’s scheduled tomorrow…

“You dressed up alluringly just for me… did you not…?…” The both of them knew the answer to that question. Her conscious actions had lead to this very moment, so she failed to have reason to blame his **** in believing her initial protests.

Michael is far from the only one who was dreaming of the other. Miss Jinsoku has been riddled with guilt as she tells herself that everything will be different after the wedding. She will not be squeezing off a turnpike to herself every day; and sometimes twice. She has been a very happy teacher, especially after seeing him wave to her in the morning.

Encircling Miss Jinsoku’s svelte trim and sexy waist with Michael’s large strong masculine hands spread wide, he could feel as well as hear the shivers and pants with her rapid breathing.

Softly and gently the masculine hands weave their way under Miss Jinsoku’s white blouse and begin sensuously kneading and molding her supple and pert bosom. She could easily pass for a girl a decade younger than she was.

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With the intimate touches, Miss Jinsoku is failing to think full coherent thoughts at all, let alone think straight. Teeth gritting and grinding softly she shivers as he feels his thick strong fingers slip beneath her white silk cashmere blouse and maneuver their way under her sexy bra.

Oh Goddess!!! I even wore my sexy lingerie that I was saving for Jim on our wedding night!

“Captain… no… please… we can not do this… it is wrong…

With frantic breaths Miss Jinsoku tries to continue despite her will quickly shifting in Michael ‘s favor, “I am engaged…and… … and you… are my… you are my former student!”

Shuddering while panting now in sexual heat, the Goddess on Miss Jinsoku’s shoulder silently prays that her pleas are able to convince Michael to stop. The Lord however already knew the conclusion and was attempting to replicate Michael’s success with more overtly manhandling the resistant aethereal lady angel.

Buttons already undone of Miss Jinsoku’s blouse, Michael slides his large strong masculine left hand down to her vulva, beneath the waistband of her skirt and pulls her has against his massive cock.

The beautiful teacher sucks in Miss Jinsoku’s breath, as she feels Michael’s tongue toy with her ear and she nearly swoons with his deviant and highly erotic nibbling of her earlobe.

“I love you Miss Jinsoku and I know you love me too. I can feel it with how we you are already without much foreplay. You dream of me do you not?

“You want me as much as I want you… And, now we are going to make love to each other… You want to make love to me, yes?” Michael’s whispers send shivers of delight running up Miss Jinsoku’s spine with his romantic words…

“Ooohhh… ooohhh Captain… ! … aaahhh… ! …”

In response, to Miss Jinsoku’s faltering resolve, Michael unhooks her bra and tears her expensive blouse off with it. They are now standing face-to-face skin touching in all the intended places.

Somehow, Miss Jinsoku manages to hold off Michael’s advances enough to grasp at one last straw of contention for one last failing attempt at reason. “I know how you are with women Captain… I have heard the stories.”

Miss Michael somehow knew the truth, Michael decides honesty with someone he adores, admires, and is in love with is truly the best policy “The only future I want is one with you, the choices for my future has been to impress you and spark your interest. You have complete control over who I am with, if anyone. Even if you want me only with you.

“Anyone else would be who we want.”

Michael’s other hand is thumbing and pinching her bare pink nipple. They are already as large as cherries and hard as diamonds. He can feel her Id’s sexual want drive her body to shiver and writhe against him and his touches intimately.

Molding Miss Jinsoku's breasts up, Michael sucks in her breath as her mind blanks. He teases and plays with her nipples and sucks upon her breasts as he continues to sensuously drive her senseless.

Miss Jinsoku’s first orgasm with just Michael playing with her very sensitive breasts, is very close.