Hello all! Here comes the second chapter of Eliza. A bit shorter than usual, but I hope you'll still enjoy it.
Preview:
The luxurious black car glides to a smooth stop outside the elegant stone-and-glass building that houses Goodman & Associates. Eliza steps out with her usual unhurried grace, the charcoal silk of her pencil skirt whispering against her thighs. She adjusts the long gold chain at her throat, the sapphire pendant settling once more between the modest swell of her B-cup breasts, and walks into the lobby with her head high. She gives a quick, polite and rehearsed smile to the numerous, forgettable faces that greet her as she makes her way to her corner office on the top floor. The place is quiet and immaculate, floor-to-ceiling windows frame the early-morning skyline, and she takes a minute to take in the view. She sets her handbag on the polished mahogany desk, slips off her heels, and settles into the leather chair with a soft sigh. The calendar on her screen is already open, three viewings, the surveyor, two new listings to review, but her mind refuses to stay on business.
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She sends, then sets the phone down on the windowsill. Edward has redoubled his efforts now that she is no longer distracted, his tongue thrusting and swirling with focused intensity, one hand gently stroking the soft skin of her inner thigh. The pleasure building tighter, hotter, her cock hanging heavy and fully hard between her legs, the fat eight inch beast twitching with every skilled flick of his tongue against her walls amd prostate.
When the next message arrives, she picks the phone up again, reading it while her hips roll in small, involuntary circles against the submissive boy's face.
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"Be a love, Theo, and moan my name" She coos in his ear. Then she begins to move. She pulls about three quarters before slamming back in with an obscene Thwap. She fucks him slow and gentle at first, then slowly shifts gears to more long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting him feel every inch. Her hands grip his hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, holding him exactly where she wants him. With each thrust, each nasty Thwap~, the boy's grunts and groans, slowly turns into moan, the his moans turn higher, needier, as she picks up the pace, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP
“You feel incredible!” She praises, voice husky. “This pretty ass was made for Mommy’s cock, wasn’t it? Look at you, taking it so well. Such a good fuck boi for me.”