lock the door

Before he could react to the situation Mrs Bow stood up and bolted to the door. Her soft, slim hands wrapped round the handle as she pushed a button. CLUNK. The door was locked, fortified from the outside world. As she turned to meet his eyes, she pulled clips out of her hair allowing it to fall to just past her shoulders. Her grey eyes locked into his. And she began to walk towards him, ZZZZP, the sound of the zip on her skirt echoed in his ears as it dropped to the floor. Again, their eyes met but now her eyes were full of lustful thoughts.

She began to lower herself to the floor. Her fingers stretched out as she slowly fell into a crawl. Now her hips swayed more as she inches closer and closer to his manhood. Her eyes fixed on it while his eyes were fixed on her. Licking her lips, she perched her elbows on his thighs. Just before she could grasp hold of the thick member standing to attention in front of her Aaron spluttered a few words out. “Aren't you married?” Her face sank and so did her hand. She placed her palm facing down at the top of his thigh so her fingers could trace the bulging veins as the base of his cock.