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Chapter 7 by Fantasy Fantasy

Does he Resist?

He doesn't.

William shifted his body, pivoting on his leg so that he was no longer at Mrs. Wilson’s side, but in front of her.

“Eh?” She looked at him with surprise at his sudden movements. He took a single step forward, making Mrs. Wilson take a step back and find the wall behind her. He took another step and leaned forward.

Their faces were no more than 10cm apart. He could feel her heavy, quickening breathing on his face. It turned him on even more. Her eyes looked into his, anxiously.

“W-What are you doing, William?”

He raised his hand and cupped her cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

“You’ve been making eyes at me this whole time, Mrs. Wilson,” he whispered. “Is there something you want from me?”

“N-Not really…” she swallowed. Her face was getting hot. “I was just…”

“Is that so? Still, you’re being so kind that I’d feel bad if I didn’t do something in return,” he told her, resting a hand on her waist. “Is there something you’d like me to do?”

Her lips quivered in anticipation as he leaned forward.

Finally, the dam broke. Neither of them could stop what was about to happen.

She held his cheeks with both hands as he captured her lips in a hungry, **** kiss. He pushed her against the wall as his tongue met hers for the first time. She moaned loudly, her hands going from his face to his back to hold him even closer, pressing her ample chest against his.

She pulled her face away and looked at him with intense lust in her eyes, her ragged breathing making her stop for a moment before she said what she really wanted to. He didn’t waste time though and moved her long, soft hair out of the way to lick her neck, making her body shudder and her legs lose strength.

“Take me to my apartment. I need this so bad…!” She told him with urgency.

His hands roamed down to find Mrs. Wilson’s ass. He give them a hard squeeze over her tight skirt, making the woman whimper softly.

“What about your husband?” he asked innocently.

“I don’t care about my husband,” she gasped. “He has a meeting in 10 minutes. He won’t be stopping by.”

Take her to her apartment?

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