he already knew but she was so tired to talk anyway so she just put the flowers on top of the piano and closed the door.
Garnet was so busy with her own thoughts that she did not hear him talking. “What happened to your cheek?”
She was startled and asked, “Excuse me, what?”
“Your cheek. What happened to your cheek?” He asked again, his tone with a dangerous edge.
“Nothing. I fell.”
“You’re not yourself today. Is something wrong? Are you sick?”
“No, Max. I’m okay. I’m just not in the mood to talk.”
“Okay.” He sensed something was very wrong but he did not ask anything more. He had never seen her this subdued before.
“Have you eaten yet? I will order some food and we can eat here. That is, if you’re okay with it.”
“Sure, Max. I am not particularly hungry, but okay, I’ll try to eat.
When the food arrived, Max arranged everything on the dinner table. The food was great---there were Kebabs, some fajitas, quesadillas, and several servings of garlic and olive oil angel hair pasta. Garnet tried to eat and be in a better mood. It did not work. Max opened a bottle of champagne, which Garnet drowned herself with, one glass after the other. A few minutes later, the sudden alcohol rush must have numbed her senses and lifted the dark cloud that was dampening her mood.
She excused herself and came back in the living room wearing a flimsy gold silk nightgown. She sagged on the couch and tucked her feet under.
A small voice inside her shook away the feeling of defeat. This may be the last time he’ll ever see him and she wanted to make sure that forgetting about her would not be very easy as he thought it would be. She stole a glance and so his head leaning on the backrest of the couch, his eyes closed. It was time for his farewell present.
She slid down from the couch and sat on the floor, facing him. She took off his shoes and his socks. Feeling like a dirty wanton, she lightly sucked on his big toe. He almost jumped from the contact, her tongue torturing him to the maximum. Her hand massaged his feet as he continued to lick his toes one by one. His other foot, she placed under the nightgown and allowed it to roam freely and caress her body. His foot rubbed against her warm tummy and noticing that she has no panties on, he got even more excited. He rubbed against his pussy and got harder as he realize she was hairless there. The Brazilian wax made Garnet’s pussy felt more sensitive and bare that a few rubs with some skin got her so wet.
She forced herself to concentrate and slowly but eagerly fumbled with his belt and pants. She pulled his pants down as she kissed his thighs very lightly, avoiding his cock deliberately. Her tongue flicked the very sensitive skin on his thighs and soon, he was groaning and raising his hips to meet her kiss. She pulled the pants all the way up to his knees. She kissed him there and his legs automatically responded. She kissed the back of his knees and made him groan even louder. His cock now stands proudly inside his underwear and his hands gripped the edge of the couch.
Her face moved closer to his cock, and using her teeth, he pulled his underwear away. He was so quick to toss it somewhere. Using her whole face, she kissed her balls and his rod, drawn by his manly scent and the warmth of his skin. Her nose made love to his entire length, rubbing it lightly, gently until he was calling out her name in desperation.
She ate him then, slowly but surely. She started with his silky cockhead, which she licked tenderly with her tongue. She could almost taste his saltiness and it excited her even more. Garnet slid his cock inside her mouth, inch by inch until she could feel his head all the way on her throat. She licked him and imagined that this is the last time she’d ever make love to a man. She seduced herself with naughty thoughts and it made her indulge even more with his private
Garnet was so busy with her own thoughts that she did not hear him talking. “What happened to your cheek?”
She was startled and asked, “Excuse me, what?”
“Your cheek. What happened to your cheek?” He asked again, his tone with a dangerous edge.
“Nothing. I fell.”
“You’re not yourself today. Is something wrong? Are you sick?”
“No, Max. I’m okay. I’m just not in the mood to talk.”
“Okay.” He sensed something was very wrong but he did not ask anything more. He had never seen her this subdued before.
“Have you eaten yet? I will order some food and we can eat here. That is, if you’re okay with it.”
“Sure, Max. I am not particularly hungry, but okay, I’ll try to eat.
When the food arrived, Max arranged everything on the dinner table. The food was great---there were Kebabs, some fajitas, quesadillas, and several servings of garlic and olive oil angel hair pasta. Garnet tried to eat and be in a better mood. It did not work. Max opened a bottle of champagne, which Garnet drowned herself with, one glass after the other. A few minutes later, the sudden alcohol rush must have numbed her senses and lifted the dark cloud that was dampening her mood.
She excused herself and came back in the living room wearing a flimsy gold silk nightgown. She sagged on the couch and tucked her feet under.
A small voice inside her shook away the feeling of defeat. This may be the last time he’ll ever see him and she wanted to make sure that forgetting about her would not be very easy as he thought it would be. She stole a glance and so his head leaning on the backrest of the couch, his eyes closed. It was time for his farewell present.
She slid down from the couch and sat on the floor, facing him. She took off his shoes and his socks. Feeling like a dirty wanton, she lightly sucked on his big toe. He almost jumped from the contact, her tongue torturing him to the maximum. Her hand massaged his feet as he continued to lick his toes one by one. His other foot, she placed under the nightgown and allowed it to roam freely and caress her body. His foot rubbed against her warm tummy and noticing that she has no panties on, he got even more excited. He rubbed against his pussy and got harder as he realize she was hairless there. The Brazilian wax made Garnet’s pussy felt more sensitive and bare that a few rubs with some skin got her so wet.
She forced herself to concentrate and slowly but eagerly fumbled with his belt and pants. She pulled his pants down as she kissed his thighs very lightly, avoiding his cock deliberately. Her tongue flicked the very sensitive skin on his thighs and soon, he was groaning and raising his hips to meet her kiss. She pulled the pants all the way up to his knees. She kissed him there and his legs automatically responded. She kissed the back of his knees and made him groan even louder. His cock now stands proudly inside his underwear and his hands gripped the edge of the couch.
Her face moved closer to his cock, and using her teeth, he pulled his underwear away. He was so quick to toss it somewhere. Using her whole face, she kissed her balls and his rod, drawn by his manly scent and the warmth of his skin. Her nose made love to his entire length, rubbing it lightly, gently until he was calling out her name in desperation.
She ate him then, slowly but surely. She started with his silky cockhead, which she licked tenderly with her tongue. She could almost taste his saltiness and it excited her even more. Garnet slid his cock inside her mouth, inch by inch until she could feel his head all the way on her throat. She licked him and imagined that this is the last time she’d ever make love to a man. She seduced herself with naughty thoughts and it made her indulge even more with his private
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