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MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
Tristano’s Penthouse
“I guess my first assumption about her was correct, just a high-priced intelligent prostitute.”
Then why did her absence, and the lack of her unconditional emotions hurt?
“It’s only lust.”
Tristano walked off the terrace.
WHEATFIELD ESTATES
Old Westbury, New York
Michael’s Residence
“So, the woman is telling the truth regarding her father and mother.”
“From my report, yes.”
“I know this may sound far-fetched, but I’ve encountered this woman’s presence before, call it déjà vu, but after I’ve tasted her lips today, the first thing came to mind, was London, England.”
“I hope the thought of remembering a woman’s lips are contagious.”
“Thanks Jack.”
“If you need further assistance, call me.”
“I wouldn’t think twice.”
Michael and Jack hung up the telephone.
Dammit, where does he know Artesia from?
Michael rose from his seat and walked out his study.
“Kolas, I will be leaving out to dine in thirty minutes. Please have the car ready.”
“Yes sir.”
His chauffeur walked out the foyer.
Michael mounted the widen stairwell.
VITO’S BAR AND LOUNGE
Manhattan, New York
“What made you decide to dine in Manhattan? New Jersey has five-star restaurants.”
“I was in Manhattan earlier, and I ran into a friend. I promised her I would meet her later.”
“I hope you mean, much later.”
“It all depends on my birthday boy’s eagerness to please me.”
“I hope you have all night.”
“All night.”
“Yes, I haven’t put my dick inside that pussy since this morning, and I’m starving.”
Bradley winked at Artesia
“Hey, I was not talking about sex.”
“Who do you think you’re talking too?”
Artesia took a sip of her Moet.
“Dance with me.”
Bradley scooted his chair back. He walked around the table and held his hand out to Artesia.
Artesia placed her glass down on the table, scooted her chair back, and clasped Bradley’s hand; she stood.
Bradley palmed Artesia’s back and propelled her forward.
They intertwined with the other couples on the dance floor.
Bradley circled Artesia’s waist and pulled her to his chest.
Artesia linked her arms around Bradley’s neck. She noticed he smelled of her favorite cologne.
“You smell good.”
“You look tasty.”
Deborah Cox’s, Nobody’s Suppose To Be Here, lyrics belted from the ceiling speakers.
Artesia linked her arms around Bradley’s neck tighter.
“You trying to get up on this brotha’s dick,” Bradley whispered against Artesia’s skin.
Artesia inched her face back.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself Mr. Morris; besides, I already took care of my business this morning.”
Artesia kissed Bradley’s chin.
The song ended.
Bradley grabbed Artesia’s hand.
Both returned to the table.
“Before we eat dinner. Would you like another drink?”
“You’re not trying to get me intoxicated, are you?”
“The thought never crossed my mind.”
“Then yes to another glass of champagne.”
“I will return in a minute.”
Bradley merged his presence within the spacious restaurant and bar lounge.
Artesia looked around.
“I know. Baby, I really need to see you tonight. All you have to do is say yes, and I’m on the road.”
Please tell me, I’m not thinking about a man, who has no respect for a woman’s worth she thought.
“Could I buy you a drink, sexy?”
Artesia looked up into a pair of light-brown eyes.
“No, my husband…”
“I’m sorry; I thought you were here alone.”
Artesia cranked her neck and looked over at the bar.
The woman walked away.
“Excuse me.”
The woman turned around and walked back over to where Artesia sat.
“I have a proposition for you.”
The woman looked down at Artesia’s breasts.
“I’m interested.”
“Please join me.”
The woman pulled a chair back and took a seat.
Bradley stood on the balls of his feet. He glimpsed the woman sitting at the table with Artesia. She did not tell him her friend was attractive and would be joining the two.
“Whatcha having.”
“Three Gins on the rocks, and a glass of champagne.”
Bradley looked back over at Artesia. He wanted to settle down with her and start a family. Something she’s been totally against since he has known her.
The bartender placed the four glasses on the bar surface.
Bradley placed several bills down on the bar-top, lifted the glasses, and walked away.
“Well I see your friend has joined us.”
“Yes. Bradley this is Carmina.”
“Nice to meet you Carmina.”
Carmina looked up at Bradley.
“The same here.”
Bradley placed the four glasses on the table and took a seat.
Carmina draped her arm over the back of Artesia’s chair.
Artesia smiled at Bradley. She shook her head at him to remain non-affected.
Carmina leaned over and whispered in Artesia’s ear, “Would you like to dance?”
“Yes, I would love to dance.”
“Bradley would you please excuse us ladies. Carmina has asked me to dance.”
“I…”
“Don’t worry; I won’t steal your pussy from you.”
Artesia wanted to laugh.
This was the first time she saw Bradley at a loss for words.
Artesia and Carmina stood.
Carmina grabbed Artesia’s hand and walked her to the dance floor.
Artesia looked back at Bradley. She hunched her shoulders at the woman’s impudence. Artesia could not count how many times she had to space her presence from Carmina.
A slow song came on.
Thank goodness Artesia thought.
Artesia turned and walked away.
Carmina grabbed Artesia’s hand.
“Dance with me, this is my favorite song.”
“Which is slow.”
Carmina grabbed Artesia around her waist and pulled her into her arms.
Artesia looked around the dance floor.
Couples were engrossed with each other to notice.
Artesia inhaled, and exhaled; she allowed Carmina’s close contact.
“You are so beautiful. You should let me paint you.”
“Are you a painter?”
“It’s a hobby of mine.”
Carmina looked into Artesia’s eyes.
“You have an exquisite mouth, a flawless skin-tone complexion, and a set of seductive eyes.”
Maybe she should not have asked this woman to join them.
Her plan to have a threesome with Bradley was not going as planned.
Artesia held her breath as Carmina’s fingers roamed up and down her back.
“Let me paint you nude.”
“We’ll talk about it once we get back to the table.”
The song ended.
About time Artesia thought.
Carmina leaned down and kissed Artesia on her lips in the middle of the dance floor. She inched back and grabbed Artesia’s hand.
Both walked back to the table.
“Did you ladies enjoy yourselves?”
Carmina draped her arm over Artesia’s shoulders.
“I did, how about my sexy woman?”
Bradley wanted to laugh at Artesia’s shocked expression.
“I had a wonderful time thank you.”
“Let’s make a toast to the birthday boy.”
All three lifted their glass and clicked them together.
Artesia took a sip of her Gin. She looked around the lounge area.
A man lifted his glass to her and took a sip.
Bradley kept the drinks coming.
The more drinks Artesia consumed, the more her actions became liberal.
Artesia danced with Bradley. As soon as she returned to the table, Carmina grabbed her hand and escorted her back to the dance floor. For a moment, she thought both were vying for her attention.
Carmina and Artesia returned to the table.
“Bradley, I need some air.”
The two glasses of white wine, two glasses of champagne, a glass of Gin, and a shot of Tequila, gave her a headache, and the loud noise flooded her ears.
“Sure baby.”
Bradley stood.
Artesia looked over at the woman who made it known; she wanted more than drinks fed her way.
“Carmina, could you keep Bradley entertained while I go and get a breath of fresh air.”
“I could go with you.”
“Uh, I will be right back.”
Bradley wanted to laugh out. Funny, how the woman seemed more interested in his date than he was. Although, he had to admit, Artesia is a man’s wet fantasy in motion.
“Would you like another drink Carmina?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Carmina looked at Artesia’s flat midriff. She reached out and lifted the belly chain draped around her waist.
“This is nice.”
Artesia looked down.
“Thank you.”
Carmina let it drop.
The back of her finger intentionally rubbed over Artesia’s skin.
“I would be right back. Bradley, do behave yourself.”
“I will, and hurry back.”
“I shall.”
Artesia leaned down and kissed Bradley on his lips.
Carmina gritted her teeth in annoyance.
Artesia looked over at Carmina and winked at her.
Carmina smiled.
Artesia walked through the congested crowd.
Carmina’s eyes never left sight of Artesia’s derrière.
Bradley caught where Carmina’s eyes romanced.
Damn shame, a woman finds his woman attractive.
Michael’s chauffeur turned the corner and stopped at a red light. He pressed in a button.
The partition dropped.
“Kolas, I’ve been advised there is a five-star restaurant on Park Avenue.”
“The name sir.”
“Paradise.”
“We will be there in about ten minutes.”
Michael pressed the button.
The window slid up.
Artesia leaned against the brick wall. Her head was lightly spinning. Her skin felt clammy. She closed her eyes and silently prayed for the feeling to pass.
Michael’s chauffeur progressed the limousine through a green light.
Michael looked out the tinted window.
Patrons lined the street on both sides.
New York is filled with several nightclubs. He never understood why people wait in line for hours just for one.
Michael’s chauffeur gradually moved through traffic.
Michael looked out the window as his limousine passed. He glanced to his right, and then his left. He saw Artesia leaning against a wall. He immediately pressed the button down.
The window divider sagged.
“I need you to stop.”
“Right here in the middle of traffic sir?”
“Yes, circle the block, and come back for me.”
“Yes sir.”
Michael reached down for the doorknob and opened the door. He stepped out, pushed the door close, and rushed across the street.
Michael saw Artesia before she noticed him.
Good Lord, the woman was a work of art, he thought.
“Why is a beautiful woman standing outside alone?”
Artesia turned around.
“Michael.”
Michael noticed the sheen populating Artesia’s skin.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m out celebrating a friend’s birthday, and one drink too many.”
Michael gave Artesia’s appearance an overall glance.
“It would be wise of you not to stand out here alone?”
“I will not be out here very long.”
Artesia held her head.
“I would feel safe, if you at least waited inside.”
“Baby my head is slightly spinning.”
Michael grabbed a hold of Artesia’s hand and walked over to his limousine.
Artesia pivoted to look back at the bar and lounge.
“Wait, my date.”
“You can call this person from the telephone in my limousine.”
Artesia issued no further protest. She got a whiff of Michael’s cologne.
The double breasted-pinstripe suit he wore, spiked her curiosity of him even more.
“You look dashing this evening.”
“I have a word to describe you; however, they have not inducted it into the dictionary.”
Despite her headache, she managed to smile.
“I hope this word is quite fitting.”
“Very.”
Michael’s chauffeur opened the back passenger door.
Artesia got inside, Michael shadowed her presence.
The chauffeur gently pushed the door close.
“Have you eaten?”
“Not yet.”
Michael pressed in the button.
The window dropped.
“Mr. Barron, has the destination been changed?”
“No.”
“Yes sir.”
Michael pressed the button back in.
The window sealed itself.
“Could I use your telephone?”
“Yes.”
Michael lifted the telephone receiver from out the mounted cradle and handed it to Artesia.
Artesia dialed Bradley’s cell phone and placed the receiver up to her ear.
Bradley felt his cell phone vibrate. He removed it from off his hip clip and slid it open. He looked down at the unknown number; he placed the cell phone up to his ear. He looked over at the door.
Where the hell was Artesia? The woman’s company, who she left him in, was boring, and whining about his date returning.
“Hello.”
“Baby, I’m sorry, I was not feeling any better after I came out front, and therefore, I jumped in a taxicab.”
“Artesia, it’s my birthday.” Bradley turned away from Carmina’s probing eyes. “And your fan is driving me fucking crazy. Have the taxicab pull over and wait, I’ll come and get you.”
“I’m sorry; we are already on the expressway.”
“Shit.”
“I’m sorry, can I make it up to you tomorrow.”
Michael listened in on Artesia’s conversation. He knew tomorrow evening was Mr. Giordano’s dinner party, and his appearance was contingent she would be there.
“All right, then I will see you at work tomorrow, and so you know, you have some making up to do.”
“Bright and early.”
“Are you going home?”
“Yes.”
“Then forget tomorrow, I might stop over a little later.”
“Okay.”
Bradley slid his cell phone down. He looked over at Carmina.
“I have some bad news. I guess you will be stuck with my company the remainder of the evening.”
“Where is Artesia?”
“She was not feeling any better, so she went home.”
Carmina stood.
Bradley looked up.
“Where are you going?”
“If I wanted to consume my time with a boring man, I would be home with my husband.”
Carmina walked away from the table.
Bradley could do nothing but laugh.
PARADISE RESTAURANT
Park Avenue
Michael’s chauffeur pulled in front of Paradise Restaurant. He unsnapped his seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.
The chauffeur closed the door back. He walked around the vehicle and opened the back door for its occupants.
Michael stepped out; he turned and held his hand down to Artesia.
Artesia slipped her hand into Michael’s hand, and stepped out the limousine.
The chauffeur pushed the door close.
“Kolas, I will call you prior to leaving.”
“Yes sir.”
The chauffeur walked around the limousine, opened the door, and got in. He snapped his seatbelt, and then pulled off.
Michael tenderly squeezed Artesia’s hand.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, thank you.”
“You looked sensational.”
“Thank you.”
Michael escorted Artesia to the front entrance of the restaurant and entered.
Both were seated immediately.
Artesia rested her purse on her lap.
The waiter handed each a menu.
Artesia opened her menu and studied the listed choices.
Michael lifted his eyes from the menu and looked over at Artesia.
The halo of the candlelight accentuated her facial features.
That old feeling of déjà vu hit him.
Michael laid his menu down on the table.
“Were you ever in London?”
Artesia lifted her head
“Yes.”
“Was it to study abroad?”
Artesia placed her menu down on the table.
“My father was stationed in London for a year. Is there a reason for your inquiry?”
“With the taste of those lips, I know we’ve encounter each other’s presence before.”
“Let me see here.”
Artesia looked across the table at Michael.
“Your deep voice reminds me of a soft whisper when you utter my name. Ahh, the groove lines around your mouth soften when you speak. Oh, the eyes, a woman like me could get used to glaring into them over a candlelit dinner. Or, were you declaring your undying love for me under an array of silk sheets.”
Michael smiled.
“Theater.”
“Yes, I studied it as an elective in pre-law school.”
“You’re very good at it.”
Both laughed
“However, I do not think we ever met before.”
“Would you like something non-alcoholic to drink?”
“I think I could handle a glass of white wine.”
Michael lifted his hand for the waiter.
MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
Tristano’s Penthouse
Tristano looked over at the bedside clock. He already assumed Artesia was not coming. He lifted the remote control and pressed in the power button. He placed the remote control on his bedside nightstand and linked his hands behind his neck.
‘I... Tristano, I don’t want…to get hurt.’
‘Shh. You are too special for me to even consider the thought.’
He wondered did she let his client fuck her.
Come tomorrow, his client’s contract will be non-valid with his firm.
“Why should I negate a contract, fuck her, I am her loss.”
Tristano turned over.
Sleep instantly consumed him.
PARADISE RESTAURANT
Park Avenue
Artesia blotted the dinner napkin against her lips, and then placed it on the white tablecloth.
“Would you like dessert?”
‘Every meal comes with a dessert.’
Why was she thinking about Tristano?
The presence of another handsome man should be enough to engage her thoughts.
“Lay’Luna...”
“Please call me Artesia.”
“Artesia, would you like dessert?”
“No thank you.”
“It’s a nice night. Would you like to go walking?”
“I would love that.”
Michael stood and walked around the table.
Artesia lifted her purse from her lap and stood.
Michael dug inside his back pants pocket, pulled out his wallet, and opened it. He took out a fifty-dollar bill and threw it down on the table. He placed his wallet back inside his back pants pocket. He lifted Artesia rhinestone belly chain.
“This is nice, a very nice feminine decorative.”
He dropped the chain.
“My God you’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
Michael’s eyes strayed down to Artesia’s flat abdomen.
The fit of her attire against her curvilinear hips, made his dick hard.
Michael leaned over and kissed Artesia on her lips. He inched back and grabbed her hand.
Michael and Artesia walked down Park Avenue hand-in-hand.
Their engrossed conversation consisted of politics, and the state of the economy.
“I say the president is doing a fair job with overseeing the government, and all of its daunting issues.”
“I take it you’re a Democrat?”
“No, a true liberal, and you sound like a Republican.”
“Guilty.”
Both laughed.
“Have you ever thought about marriage?”
“The gentleman I was with tonight, proposed to me upon entering law school.”
“I assumed your answer was no.”
“Yes.”
Michael and Artesia stopped near a fountain.
“You have a penny on you?”
“I think I can spare that.”
Michael dug inside his suit jacket side pocket, pulled out a quarter, and handed it to Artesia.
Artesia turned around, made a wish, and tossed the coin over her shoulder.
The coin sunk in the depth of the lit water fountain.
Artesia turned to face Michael.
“I truly hope I’m included somewhere within that wish.”
“I’ll never tell.”
Artesia winked at Michael.
“I overheard your conversation. You will be attending Mr. Giordano’s dinner engagement?”
“Yes.”
Artesia looked down at her watch.
“I really need to make a stop somewhere.”
Michael glanced down at his Harry Winston watch.
“It’s still early.”
“I know, but I have pressing matters, which requires my immediate attention.”
Michael took a deep breath.
“This is not the end of our association is it?”
“Come here.”
Michael stepped in front of Artesia.
Artesia pulled him by the front of his suit jacket and bonded her lips against his.
Michael hugged Artesia around her waist. His lips overpowered hers; his arms tightened around her waist, and gradually moved down her lower back. He squeezed her derrière and scooted her closer.
Artesia’s hand meandered down the front of Michael’s pants. She gently palmed her hand over his groin.
Michael’s lips increased his manipulation over Artesia’s lips.
“Lay’Luna,” he breathlessly uttered
He palmed the sides of her face and kissed her cheek; he then drew her breasts together and leaned his head down. He nipped at a protruding breast nipple.
Artesia kissed the top of Michael’s head.
Michael kissed the side of Artesia’s neck, down her cleavage, and squeezed the other breast nipple.
“Mic...Michael...I have to…”
Michael slipped a hand in the slit of Artesia’s long skirt. He inserted a finger inside her wet pussy, withdrew it, and stuck it inside her mouth. He interchanged his finger with his mouth.
Oh, his lips, his mouth, his manhood.
Artesia linked her arms around Michael’s neck.
Michael lifted Artesia, ran over to the nearest bench, and sat down.
Artesia secured her presence on his lap.
Michael reached for the button to Artesia’s bustier.
Artesia overlapped Michael’s hand.
“Michael, wait, we’re in public.”
Michael looked around.
“Dammit!”
He looked into Artesia’s eyes.
“Lay’Luna...Artesia I need to see you again.”
Michael kissed Artesia’s neck and caught her eyes again.
“I like what I see in you. Assure me tomorrow, this weekend.”
“Michael…”
“Is it someone else?”
“For the moment, I am not looking for a long-term commitment with anyone.”
Michael looked around the park. He slicked his hand back through his hair. He stroked Artesia’s cheek.
“Then what are you looking for?”
“Friendship.”
“The kind of friendship you and Mr. Giordano have?”
Artesia thought about Tristano.
“No.”
“I only want to spend some quality time with you, nothing serious, and if it happens, I will have no regrets.”
Artesia looked down at her watch.
“I have to go.”
Michael clasped Artesia’s chin.
“Promise me this weekend.”
“Could I call you after the dinner engagement?”
“If I must corner you for an answer, I will.”
“I won’t run”
Michael kissed Artesia.
The taste of his lips, held a silent promise.
Artesia inched off Michael’s lap and stood.
Michael stood and grabbed onto Artesia’s hand.
Both returned to the limousine.
The chauffeur secured their presence in the back seat of the limousine.
Kolas pulled the limousine in front of Tristano’s residence.
Artesia looked at the structure of the tall grayish building.
A door attendant greeted each resident, or visitor.
Her palms ached with a need to be in Tristano’s arms, lying under his body, his dick drilling inside of her.
Michael was handsome; she assumed wealthy, however, something was missing.
Should she stick around to find out?
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes.”
“And your time is already arranged for Saturday in the Hamptons.”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Thank you for dinner. I shall repay the favor one day.”
“I can’t wait until Saturday.”
Michael and Artesia raced their faces forward, two pair of lips met.
Michael grabbed one hand around Artesia’s waist, and slid her presence to his chest.
“I want you Artesia. I’m trying to contain myself, but every time I touch you, taste you, I have a desired craving to be inside of you; and then the smell of your person is sending me over the edge.”
Michael unbuttoned the first two buttons of the bustier and slowly divided it. He felt one of her breasts and kissed her lips while he thumbed the other breast nipple. He leaned his head down and arrested one of her breast nipples.
“Oh...”
Artesia held the sides of Michael’s face.
Michael’s lips hungrily dined on her breast nipple with a deprived compulsion. His mouth sailed to the other breast nipple. He stopped and scooted her down on the seat. Michael looked down into Artesia’s eyes. He spaced her bustier farther. He bent his head down and kissed her neck; his tongue slid down her cleavage, nipping at a nipple in the process. He slowly slid her skirt up and revealed her pussy. He dropped his face and swirled the tip of his tongue through her fine downy hairs; he kissed the lips that secluded her clitoris.
“Michael…”
Artesia arched her back.
“You got my dick throbbing.”
Michael unzipped his pants, grabbed inside his boxer shorts, and took out his dick.
Artesia reached down and grabbed Michael’s dick. She looked up into his eyes. She grabbed around his neck with the other hand and pulled his face down to hers. She slithered her tongue inside his mouth.
“Uum, oh baby, I want to feel inside you.”
Artesia arched her back. She inserted a finger in the cage of her pussy and smeared the clear contents over Michael’s lips.
Michael leaned down and greedily kissed Artesia. He tasted her essence; he blanketed her lips and intensified the kiss. He kissed under her chin. He dug his tongue inside her ear canal.
“Umm, you taste good Artesia, I want to make love to you.”
Michael crawled over Artesia.
Artesia scooted down the length of the seat.
Michael palmed his manhood and laid it at the opening to Artesia’s pussy. He rubbed the tip up and down the silken pathway.
A car horn blew.
Artesia pushed Michael’s chest back.
“Wait, this is not the appropriate time, I’m sorry.”
Michael pivoted to look out the back window and watched a vehicle pull away from the curb.
“No one could see us.”
“I’m sorry, I have to go.”
Michael rubbed his manhood against her dampen womanhood.
Artesia felt the sticky pre-cum on the head of Michael’s penis.
“You have no protection as well.”
“Fuck!”
Michael inched back and sat.
Artesia sat up. She buttoned her bustier.
Michael grabbed his dick and stuck it back inside his boxer shorts. He zipped up his pants.
Damn his dick was still pulsating.
“We have a date this weekend, taken or not taken.”
“Yes, we do.”
Artesia leaned over and kissed Michael on his lips. She wiped the lipstick smear from off his lips.
“By the way, whose residence is this?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Michael smiled.
Artesia reached down, grabbed a hold of the doorknob, and opened the door.
Kolas assisted her out the limousine.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome ma’am.”
Kolas tipped his hat at Artesia.
“Goodnight Michael, and I had a fabulous evening in your company.”
“Wait until this weekend, and you may want to bring a toothbrush.”
“Consider it packed.”
She winked at him and walked away.
Kolas shut the door and walked around the vehicle. He opened the door, got inside, and pulled the door close.
Michael waited until he saw the door attendant open the door for Artesia. He pressed the button in.
The divider slid down
“Kolas, home.”
“Yes sir, and an exquisite choice for an evening companion.”
“Thanks man.”
Michael pressed the button in.
The window divider automatically returned to its natural stance.
Copyright©SKC-2023
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
Tristano’s Penthouse
“I guess my first assumption about her was correct, just a high-priced intelligent prostitute.”
Then why did her absence, and the lack of her unconditional emotions hurt?
“It’s only lust.”
Tristano walked off the terrace.
WHEATFIELD ESTATES
Old Westbury, New York
Michael’s Residence
“So, the woman is telling the truth regarding her father and mother.”
“From my report, yes.”
“I know this may sound far-fetched, but I’ve encountered this woman’s presence before, call it déjà vu, but after I’ve tasted her lips today, the first thing came to mind, was London, England.”
“I hope the thought of remembering a woman’s lips are contagious.”
“Thanks Jack.”
“If you need further assistance, call me.”
“I wouldn’t think twice.”
Michael and Jack hung up the telephone.
Dammit, where does he know Artesia from?
Michael rose from his seat and walked out his study.
“Kolas, I will be leaving out to dine in thirty minutes. Please have the car ready.”
“Yes sir.”
His chauffeur walked out the foyer.
Michael mounted the widen stairwell.
VITO’S BAR AND LOUNGE
Manhattan, New York
“What made you decide to dine in Manhattan? New Jersey has five-star restaurants.”
“I was in Manhattan earlier, and I ran into a friend. I promised her I would meet her later.”
“I hope you mean, much later.”
“It all depends on my birthday boy’s eagerness to please me.”
“I hope you have all night.”
“All night.”
“Yes, I haven’t put my dick inside that pussy since this morning, and I’m starving.”
Bradley winked at Artesia
“Hey, I was not talking about sex.”
“Who do you think you’re talking too?”
Artesia took a sip of her Moet.
“Dance with me.”
Bradley scooted his chair back. He walked around the table and held his hand out to Artesia.
Artesia placed her glass down on the table, scooted her chair back, and clasped Bradley’s hand; she stood.
Bradley palmed Artesia’s back and propelled her forward.
They intertwined with the other couples on the dance floor.
Bradley circled Artesia’s waist and pulled her to his chest.
Artesia linked her arms around Bradley’s neck. She noticed he smelled of her favorite cologne.
“You smell good.”
“You look tasty.”
Deborah Cox’s, Nobody’s Suppose To Be Here, lyrics belted from the ceiling speakers.
Artesia linked her arms around Bradley’s neck tighter.
“You trying to get up on this brotha’s dick,” Bradley whispered against Artesia’s skin.
Artesia inched her face back.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself Mr. Morris; besides, I already took care of my business this morning.”
Artesia kissed Bradley’s chin.
The song ended.
Bradley grabbed Artesia’s hand.
Both returned to the table.
“Before we eat dinner. Would you like another drink?”
“You’re not trying to get me intoxicated, are you?”
“The thought never crossed my mind.”
“Then yes to another glass of champagne.”
“I will return in a minute.”
Bradley merged his presence within the spacious restaurant and bar lounge.
Artesia looked around.
“I know. Baby, I really need to see you tonight. All you have to do is say yes, and I’m on the road.”
Please tell me, I’m not thinking about a man, who has no respect for a woman’s worth she thought.
“Could I buy you a drink, sexy?”
Artesia looked up into a pair of light-brown eyes.
“No, my husband…”
“I’m sorry; I thought you were here alone.”
Artesia cranked her neck and looked over at the bar.
The woman walked away.
“Excuse me.”
The woman turned around and walked back over to where Artesia sat.
“I have a proposition for you.”
The woman looked down at Artesia’s breasts.
“I’m interested.”
“Please join me.”
The woman pulled a chair back and took a seat.
Bradley stood on the balls of his feet. He glimpsed the woman sitting at the table with Artesia. She did not tell him her friend was attractive and would be joining the two.
“Whatcha having.”
“Three Gins on the rocks, and a glass of champagne.”
Bradley looked back over at Artesia. He wanted to settle down with her and start a family. Something she’s been totally against since he has known her.
The bartender placed the four glasses on the bar surface.
Bradley placed several bills down on the bar-top, lifted the glasses, and walked away.
“Well I see your friend has joined us.”
“Yes. Bradley this is Carmina.”
“Nice to meet you Carmina.”
Carmina looked up at Bradley.
“The same here.”
Bradley placed the four glasses on the table and took a seat.
Carmina draped her arm over the back of Artesia’s chair.
Artesia smiled at Bradley. She shook her head at him to remain non-affected.
Carmina leaned over and whispered in Artesia’s ear, “Would you like to dance?”
“Yes, I would love to dance.”
“Bradley would you please excuse us ladies. Carmina has asked me to dance.”
“I…”
“Don’t worry; I won’t steal your pussy from you.”
Artesia wanted to laugh.
This was the first time she saw Bradley at a loss for words.
Artesia and Carmina stood.
Carmina grabbed Artesia’s hand and walked her to the dance floor.
Artesia looked back at Bradley. She hunched her shoulders at the woman’s impudence. Artesia could not count how many times she had to space her presence from Carmina.
A slow song came on.
Thank goodness Artesia thought.
Artesia turned and walked away.
Carmina grabbed Artesia’s hand.
“Dance with me, this is my favorite song.”
“Which is slow.”
Carmina grabbed Artesia around her waist and pulled her into her arms.
Artesia looked around the dance floor.
Couples were engrossed with each other to notice.
Artesia inhaled, and exhaled; she allowed Carmina’s close contact.
“You are so beautiful. You should let me paint you.”
“Are you a painter?”
“It’s a hobby of mine.”
Carmina looked into Artesia’s eyes.
“You have an exquisite mouth, a flawless skin-tone complexion, and a set of seductive eyes.”
Maybe she should not have asked this woman to join them.
Her plan to have a threesome with Bradley was not going as planned.
Artesia held her breath as Carmina’s fingers roamed up and down her back.
“Let me paint you nude.”
“We’ll talk about it once we get back to the table.”
The song ended.
About time Artesia thought.
Carmina leaned down and kissed Artesia on her lips in the middle of the dance floor. She inched back and grabbed Artesia’s hand.
Both walked back to the table.
“Did you ladies enjoy yourselves?”
Carmina draped her arm over Artesia’s shoulders.
“I did, how about my sexy woman?”
Bradley wanted to laugh at Artesia’s shocked expression.
“I had a wonderful time thank you.”
“Let’s make a toast to the birthday boy.”
All three lifted their glass and clicked them together.
Artesia took a sip of her Gin. She looked around the lounge area.
A man lifted his glass to her and took a sip.
Bradley kept the drinks coming.
The more drinks Artesia consumed, the more her actions became liberal.
Artesia danced with Bradley. As soon as she returned to the table, Carmina grabbed her hand and escorted her back to the dance floor. For a moment, she thought both were vying for her attention.
Carmina and Artesia returned to the table.
“Bradley, I need some air.”
The two glasses of white wine, two glasses of champagne, a glass of Gin, and a shot of Tequila, gave her a headache, and the loud noise flooded her ears.
“Sure baby.”
Bradley stood.
Artesia looked over at the woman who made it known; she wanted more than drinks fed her way.
“Carmina, could you keep Bradley entertained while I go and get a breath of fresh air.”
“I could go with you.”
“Uh, I will be right back.”
Bradley wanted to laugh out. Funny, how the woman seemed more interested in his date than he was. Although, he had to admit, Artesia is a man’s wet fantasy in motion.
“Would you like another drink Carmina?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Carmina looked at Artesia’s flat midriff. She reached out and lifted the belly chain draped around her waist.
“This is nice.”
Artesia looked down.
“Thank you.”
Carmina let it drop.
The back of her finger intentionally rubbed over Artesia’s skin.
“I would be right back. Bradley, do behave yourself.”
“I will, and hurry back.”
“I shall.”
Artesia leaned down and kissed Bradley on his lips.
Carmina gritted her teeth in annoyance.
Artesia looked over at Carmina and winked at her.
Carmina smiled.
Artesia walked through the congested crowd.
Carmina’s eyes never left sight of Artesia’s derrière.
Bradley caught where Carmina’s eyes romanced.
Damn shame, a woman finds his woman attractive.
Michael’s chauffeur turned the corner and stopped at a red light. He pressed in a button.
The partition dropped.
“Kolas, I’ve been advised there is a five-star restaurant on Park Avenue.”
“The name sir.”
“Paradise.”
“We will be there in about ten minutes.”
Michael pressed the button.
The window slid up.
Artesia leaned against the brick wall. Her head was lightly spinning. Her skin felt clammy. She closed her eyes and silently prayed for the feeling to pass.
Michael’s chauffeur progressed the limousine through a green light.
Michael looked out the tinted window.
Patrons lined the street on both sides.
New York is filled with several nightclubs. He never understood why people wait in line for hours just for one.
Michael’s chauffeur gradually moved through traffic.
Michael looked out the window as his limousine passed. He glanced to his right, and then his left. He saw Artesia leaning against a wall. He immediately pressed the button down.
The window divider sagged.
“I need you to stop.”
“Right here in the middle of traffic sir?”
“Yes, circle the block, and come back for me.”
“Yes sir.”
Michael reached down for the doorknob and opened the door. He stepped out, pushed the door close, and rushed across the street.
Michael saw Artesia before she noticed him.
Good Lord, the woman was a work of art, he thought.
“Why is a beautiful woman standing outside alone?”
Artesia turned around.
“Michael.”
Michael noticed the sheen populating Artesia’s skin.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m out celebrating a friend’s birthday, and one drink too many.”
Michael gave Artesia’s appearance an overall glance.
“It would be wise of you not to stand out here alone?”
“I will not be out here very long.”
Artesia held her head.
“I would feel safe, if you at least waited inside.”
“Baby my head is slightly spinning.”
Michael grabbed a hold of Artesia’s hand and walked over to his limousine.
Artesia pivoted to look back at the bar and lounge.
“Wait, my date.”
“You can call this person from the telephone in my limousine.”
Artesia issued no further protest. She got a whiff of Michael’s cologne.
The double breasted-pinstripe suit he wore, spiked her curiosity of him even more.
“You look dashing this evening.”
“I have a word to describe you; however, they have not inducted it into the dictionary.”
Despite her headache, she managed to smile.
“I hope this word is quite fitting.”
“Very.”
Michael’s chauffeur opened the back passenger door.
Artesia got inside, Michael shadowed her presence.
The chauffeur gently pushed the door close.
“Have you eaten?”
“Not yet.”
Michael pressed in the button.
The window dropped.
“Mr. Barron, has the destination been changed?”
“No.”
“Yes sir.”
Michael pressed the button back in.
The window sealed itself.
“Could I use your telephone?”
“Yes.”
Michael lifted the telephone receiver from out the mounted cradle and handed it to Artesia.
Artesia dialed Bradley’s cell phone and placed the receiver up to her ear.
Bradley felt his cell phone vibrate. He removed it from off his hip clip and slid it open. He looked down at the unknown number; he placed the cell phone up to his ear. He looked over at the door.
Where the hell was Artesia? The woman’s company, who she left him in, was boring, and whining about his date returning.
“Hello.”
“Baby, I’m sorry, I was not feeling any better after I came out front, and therefore, I jumped in a taxicab.”
“Artesia, it’s my birthday.” Bradley turned away from Carmina’s probing eyes. “And your fan is driving me fucking crazy. Have the taxicab pull over and wait, I’ll come and get you.”
“I’m sorry; we are already on the expressway.”
“Shit.”
“I’m sorry, can I make it up to you tomorrow.”
Michael listened in on Artesia’s conversation. He knew tomorrow evening was Mr. Giordano’s dinner party, and his appearance was contingent she would be there.
“All right, then I will see you at work tomorrow, and so you know, you have some making up to do.”
“Bright and early.”
“Are you going home?”
“Yes.”
“Then forget tomorrow, I might stop over a little later.”
“Okay.”
Bradley slid his cell phone down. He looked over at Carmina.
“I have some bad news. I guess you will be stuck with my company the remainder of the evening.”
“Where is Artesia?”
“She was not feeling any better, so she went home.”
Carmina stood.
Bradley looked up.
“Where are you going?”
“If I wanted to consume my time with a boring man, I would be home with my husband.”
Carmina walked away from the table.
Bradley could do nothing but laugh.
PARADISE RESTAURANT
Park Avenue
Michael’s chauffeur pulled in front of Paradise Restaurant. He unsnapped his seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.
The chauffeur closed the door back. He walked around the vehicle and opened the back door for its occupants.
Michael stepped out; he turned and held his hand down to Artesia.
Artesia slipped her hand into Michael’s hand, and stepped out the limousine.
The chauffeur pushed the door close.
“Kolas, I will call you prior to leaving.”
“Yes sir.”
The chauffeur walked around the limousine, opened the door, and got in. He snapped his seatbelt, and then pulled off.
Michael tenderly squeezed Artesia’s hand.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, thank you.”
“You looked sensational.”
“Thank you.”
Michael escorted Artesia to the front entrance of the restaurant and entered.
Both were seated immediately.
Artesia rested her purse on her lap.
The waiter handed each a menu.
Artesia opened her menu and studied the listed choices.
Michael lifted his eyes from the menu and looked over at Artesia.
The halo of the candlelight accentuated her facial features.
That old feeling of déjà vu hit him.
Michael laid his menu down on the table.
“Were you ever in London?”
Artesia lifted her head
“Yes.”
“Was it to study abroad?”
Artesia placed her menu down on the table.
“My father was stationed in London for a year. Is there a reason for your inquiry?”
“With the taste of those lips, I know we’ve encounter each other’s presence before.”
“Let me see here.”
Artesia looked across the table at Michael.
“Your deep voice reminds me of a soft whisper when you utter my name. Ahh, the groove lines around your mouth soften when you speak. Oh, the eyes, a woman like me could get used to glaring into them over a candlelit dinner. Or, were you declaring your undying love for me under an array of silk sheets.”
Michael smiled.
“Theater.”
“Yes, I studied it as an elective in pre-law school.”
“You’re very good at it.”
Both laughed
“However, I do not think we ever met before.”
“Would you like something non-alcoholic to drink?”
“I think I could handle a glass of white wine.”
Michael lifted his hand for the waiter.
MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
Tristano’s Penthouse
Tristano looked over at the bedside clock. He already assumed Artesia was not coming. He lifted the remote control and pressed in the power button. He placed the remote control on his bedside nightstand and linked his hands behind his neck.
‘I... Tristano, I don’t want…to get hurt.’
‘Shh. You are too special for me to even consider the thought.’
He wondered did she let his client fuck her.
Come tomorrow, his client’s contract will be non-valid with his firm.
“Why should I negate a contract, fuck her, I am her loss.”
Tristano turned over.
Sleep instantly consumed him.
PARADISE RESTAURANT
Park Avenue
Artesia blotted the dinner napkin against her lips, and then placed it on the white tablecloth.
“Would you like dessert?”
‘Every meal comes with a dessert.’
Why was she thinking about Tristano?
The presence of another handsome man should be enough to engage her thoughts.
“Lay’Luna...”
“Please call me Artesia.”
“Artesia, would you like dessert?”
“No thank you.”
“It’s a nice night. Would you like to go walking?”
“I would love that.”
Michael stood and walked around the table.
Artesia lifted her purse from her lap and stood.
Michael dug inside his back pants pocket, pulled out his wallet, and opened it. He took out a fifty-dollar bill and threw it down on the table. He placed his wallet back inside his back pants pocket. He lifted Artesia rhinestone belly chain.
“This is nice, a very nice feminine decorative.”
He dropped the chain.
“My God you’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
Michael’s eyes strayed down to Artesia’s flat abdomen.
The fit of her attire against her curvilinear hips, made his dick hard.
Michael leaned over and kissed Artesia on her lips. He inched back and grabbed her hand.
Michael and Artesia walked down Park Avenue hand-in-hand.
Their engrossed conversation consisted of politics, and the state of the economy.
“I say the president is doing a fair job with overseeing the government, and all of its daunting issues.”
“I take it you’re a Democrat?”
“No, a true liberal, and you sound like a Republican.”
“Guilty.”
Both laughed.
“Have you ever thought about marriage?”
“The gentleman I was with tonight, proposed to me upon entering law school.”
“I assumed your answer was no.”
“Yes.”
Michael and Artesia stopped near a fountain.
“You have a penny on you?”
“I think I can spare that.”
Michael dug inside his suit jacket side pocket, pulled out a quarter, and handed it to Artesia.
Artesia turned around, made a wish, and tossed the coin over her shoulder.
The coin sunk in the depth of the lit water fountain.
Artesia turned to face Michael.
“I truly hope I’m included somewhere within that wish.”
“I’ll never tell.”
Artesia winked at Michael.
“I overheard your conversation. You will be attending Mr. Giordano’s dinner engagement?”
“Yes.”
Artesia looked down at her watch.
“I really need to make a stop somewhere.”
Michael glanced down at his Harry Winston watch.
“It’s still early.”
“I know, but I have pressing matters, which requires my immediate attention.”
Michael took a deep breath.
“This is not the end of our association is it?”
“Come here.”
Michael stepped in front of Artesia.
Artesia pulled him by the front of his suit jacket and bonded her lips against his.
Michael hugged Artesia around her waist. His lips overpowered hers; his arms tightened around her waist, and gradually moved down her lower back. He squeezed her derrière and scooted her closer.
Artesia’s hand meandered down the front of Michael’s pants. She gently palmed her hand over his groin.
Michael’s lips increased his manipulation over Artesia’s lips.
“Lay’Luna,” he breathlessly uttered
He palmed the sides of her face and kissed her cheek; he then drew her breasts together and leaned his head down. He nipped at a protruding breast nipple.
Artesia kissed the top of Michael’s head.
Michael kissed the side of Artesia’s neck, down her cleavage, and squeezed the other breast nipple.
“Mic...Michael...I have to…”
Michael slipped a hand in the slit of Artesia’s long skirt. He inserted a finger inside her wet pussy, withdrew it, and stuck it inside her mouth. He interchanged his finger with his mouth.
Oh, his lips, his mouth, his manhood.
Artesia linked her arms around Michael’s neck.
Michael lifted Artesia, ran over to the nearest bench, and sat down.
Artesia secured her presence on his lap.
Michael reached for the button to Artesia’s bustier.
Artesia overlapped Michael’s hand.
“Michael, wait, we’re in public.”
Michael looked around.
“Dammit!”
He looked into Artesia’s eyes.
“Lay’Luna...Artesia I need to see you again.”
Michael kissed Artesia’s neck and caught her eyes again.
“I like what I see in you. Assure me tomorrow, this weekend.”
“Michael…”
“Is it someone else?”
“For the moment, I am not looking for a long-term commitment with anyone.”
Michael looked around the park. He slicked his hand back through his hair. He stroked Artesia’s cheek.
“Then what are you looking for?”
“Friendship.”
“The kind of friendship you and Mr. Giordano have?”
Artesia thought about Tristano.
“No.”
“I only want to spend some quality time with you, nothing serious, and if it happens, I will have no regrets.”
Artesia looked down at her watch.
“I have to go.”
Michael clasped Artesia’s chin.
“Promise me this weekend.”
“Could I call you after the dinner engagement?”
“If I must corner you for an answer, I will.”
“I won’t run”
Michael kissed Artesia.
The taste of his lips, held a silent promise.
Artesia inched off Michael’s lap and stood.
Michael stood and grabbed onto Artesia’s hand.
Both returned to the limousine.
The chauffeur secured their presence in the back seat of the limousine.
Kolas pulled the limousine in front of Tristano’s residence.
Artesia looked at the structure of the tall grayish building.
A door attendant greeted each resident, or visitor.
Her palms ached with a need to be in Tristano’s arms, lying under his body, his dick drilling inside of her.
Michael was handsome; she assumed wealthy, however, something was missing.
Should she stick around to find out?
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes.”
“And your time is already arranged for Saturday in the Hamptons.”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Thank you for dinner. I shall repay the favor one day.”
“I can’t wait until Saturday.”
Michael and Artesia raced their faces forward, two pair of lips met.
Michael grabbed one hand around Artesia’s waist, and slid her presence to his chest.
“I want you Artesia. I’m trying to contain myself, but every time I touch you, taste you, I have a desired craving to be inside of you; and then the smell of your person is sending me over the edge.”
Michael unbuttoned the first two buttons of the bustier and slowly divided it. He felt one of her breasts and kissed her lips while he thumbed the other breast nipple. He leaned his head down and arrested one of her breast nipples.
“Oh...”
Artesia held the sides of Michael’s face.
Michael’s lips hungrily dined on her breast nipple with a deprived compulsion. His mouth sailed to the other breast nipple. He stopped and scooted her down on the seat. Michael looked down into Artesia’s eyes. He spaced her bustier farther. He bent his head down and kissed her neck; his tongue slid down her cleavage, nipping at a nipple in the process. He slowly slid her skirt up and revealed her pussy. He dropped his face and swirled the tip of his tongue through her fine downy hairs; he kissed the lips that secluded her clitoris.
“Michael…”
Artesia arched her back.
“You got my dick throbbing.”
Michael unzipped his pants, grabbed inside his boxer shorts, and took out his dick.
Artesia reached down and grabbed Michael’s dick. She looked up into his eyes. She grabbed around his neck with the other hand and pulled his face down to hers. She slithered her tongue inside his mouth.
“Uum, oh baby, I want to feel inside you.”
Artesia arched her back. She inserted a finger in the cage of her pussy and smeared the clear contents over Michael’s lips.
Michael leaned down and greedily kissed Artesia. He tasted her essence; he blanketed her lips and intensified the kiss. He kissed under her chin. He dug his tongue inside her ear canal.
“Umm, you taste good Artesia, I want to make love to you.”
Michael crawled over Artesia.
Artesia scooted down the length of the seat.
Michael palmed his manhood and laid it at the opening to Artesia’s pussy. He rubbed the tip up and down the silken pathway.
A car horn blew.
Artesia pushed Michael’s chest back.
“Wait, this is not the appropriate time, I’m sorry.”
Michael pivoted to look out the back window and watched a vehicle pull away from the curb.
“No one could see us.”
“I’m sorry, I have to go.”
Michael rubbed his manhood against her dampen womanhood.
Artesia felt the sticky pre-cum on the head of Michael’s penis.
“You have no protection as well.”
“Fuck!”
Michael inched back and sat.
Artesia sat up. She buttoned her bustier.
Michael grabbed his dick and stuck it back inside his boxer shorts. He zipped up his pants.
Damn his dick was still pulsating.
“We have a date this weekend, taken or not taken.”
“Yes, we do.”
Artesia leaned over and kissed Michael on his lips. She wiped the lipstick smear from off his lips.
“By the way, whose residence is this?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Michael smiled.
Artesia reached down, grabbed a hold of the doorknob, and opened the door.
Kolas assisted her out the limousine.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome ma’am.”
Kolas tipped his hat at Artesia.
“Goodnight Michael, and I had a fabulous evening in your company.”
“Wait until this weekend, and you may want to bring a toothbrush.”
“Consider it packed.”
She winked at him and walked away.
Kolas shut the door and walked around the vehicle. He opened the door, got inside, and pulled the door close.
Michael waited until he saw the door attendant open the door for Artesia. He pressed the button in.
The divider slid down
“Kolas, home.”
“Yes sir, and an exquisite choice for an evening companion.”
“Thanks man.”
Michael pressed the button in.
The window divider automatically returned to its natural stance.
Copyright©SKC-2023
Published 10th May 2023
Author's Note
A chapter ripped out of one of my novels.
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10th May 2023 2:32am
Always follow your woman out before some other man takes her away from your heart. Keep on writing my Queen.
10th May 2023 3:59am
Now that was a Hallmark moment, there, poet Francisco, very inspiring, and us poetesses, can certainly relate.
On a lighter note, thank you for reading in general.
Enjoy the slow fade of this Tuesday as it greets an incoming Wednesday..
On a lighter note, thank you for reading in general.
Enjoy the slow fade of this Tuesday as it greets an incoming Wednesday..
Enjoy your blessed sexy Thursday my Queen. If I dare you, would you wear a sexy bikini inside the supermarket? LOL.
10th May 2023 5:49am
Like the way you spin the sex scenes out. Favourite chunk:
Michael and Artesia raced their faces forward, two pair of lips met.
Michael grabbed one hand around Artesia’s waist, and slid her presence to his chest.
“I want you Artesia. I’m trying to contain myself, but every time I touch you, taste you, I have a desired craving to be inside of you; and then the smell of your person is sending me over the edge.”
Michael unbuttoned the first two buttons of the bustier and slowly divided it. He felt one of her breasts and kissed her lips while he thumbed the other breast nipple. He leaned his head down and arrested one of her breast nipples.
“Oh...”
Artesia held the sides of Michael’s face.
Michael’s lips hungrily dined on her breast nipple with a deprived compulsion. His mouth sailed to the other breast nipple. He stopped and scooted her down on the seat. Michael looked down into Artesia’s eyes. He spaced her bustier farther. He bent his head down and kissed her neck; his tongue slid down her cleavage, nipping at a nipple in the process. He slowly slid her skirt up and revealed her pussy. He dropped his face and swirled the tip of his tongue through her fine downy hairs; he kissed the lips that secluded her clitoris.
Michael and Artesia raced their faces forward, two pair of lips met.
Michael grabbed one hand around Artesia’s waist, and slid her presence to his chest.
“I want you Artesia. I’m trying to contain myself, but every time I touch you, taste you, I have a desired craving to be inside of you; and then the smell of your person is sending me over the edge.”
Michael unbuttoned the first two buttons of the bustier and slowly divided it. He felt one of her breasts and kissed her lips while he thumbed the other breast nipple. He leaned his head down and arrested one of her breast nipples.
“Oh...”
Artesia held the sides of Michael’s face.
Michael’s lips hungrily dined on her breast nipple with a deprived compulsion. His mouth sailed to the other breast nipple. He stopped and scooted her down on the seat. Michael looked down into Artesia’s eyes. He spaced her bustier farther. He bent his head down and kissed her neck; his tongue slid down her cleavage, nipping at a nipple in the process. He slowly slid her skirt up and revealed her pussy. He dropped his face and swirled the tip of his tongue through her fine downy hairs; he kissed the lips that secluded her clitoris.
11th May 2023 3:10am
That is a beautiful accolade for you to have read my musing and then appreciated my musing to poetically recite my words upon my canvas.
Please enjoy your early Thursday in the UK as your day slowly unfold.
Please enjoy your early Thursday in the UK as your day slowly unfold.
10th May 2023 8:25pm
well my friend what a sweet spicy hot spill in just two words
WOW-----WOW hot
WOW-----WOW hot
