Forbidden Fruit

     
The Poor young man fought a valiant yet momentary effort of mighty against this pythoness's devistating dislplay of temptation..      
However he was proving no match for her spell.      
His holy resistance falling lower, becoming mesmerized by every breath beneath her perfect heaving round tits.      
Her nipples pointed hard at him in accusation..as if they had been rubbed like a chalked cue with ice.      
     
"You want me! I can see it in your eyes and in the obvious growing between your thighs!" she cackled. "Hmm, and father it appears you are most definitely in the wrong profession!"      
     
She teased with scarlet red finger tip, sharp tracing his quivering lip, "Mr. Man let's turn that scowl around kay, purty purty please?" she purred in mockery.      
Then with hot touch she brazenly drove most of what was left of his resolve, down his chest..      
Almost grabbing this doomed man of the collar by his burdon of proof.      
     
Both aware his recoil was forced and came way to late      
She went wet with pleasure in her bad self.      
He simply went white.      
     
Fallen to this necromancer? "Phht!"      
He huffed in pure falseness. No conviction behind it.      
     
He had been firmly warned of her witchy ways, had been told, rather commanded to turn this woman away.      
And look how he reacted!      
Yes he had shouted "Be gone evil woman!" the minute he saw her.      
But his conviction and any bravado had turned tail and limped away..      
While she he had held confident gaze..penetrated straight through his stoicism and easily cast his soul spoken vows into creamed stutter..      
     
For God's sake this stirring beauty had hip swayed into his sanctuary on a vamp hex mission in 5 inch silver tipped red stillettos.      
Now totally godsmacked by the daphenous black dress she barely wore hugging on tight to her plenty ample curves, almost uncovering her fuckable assets..      
He had more than noticed..      
Her lovely long legs and the creamy skin that flashed ghostly white through the sheerest of black stockings.      
His eyes went up...      
The dark seam in back mapping the way up to her oh so perfect heart shaped ass.     
     
She caught hold his stare bending slow over raising high in an offering,    
that lovely bottom..      
And as he bent with her, and saw that he had picked up an on purposed dropped bitten ripe red delicious apple...    
     
They both knew..      
.      
She had got him.