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S at those spicy memories, Steph stepped into the office only to coh as she covered her mouth “Oh, my God You’re out of control”

“I love that you think of od, baby,” Mav said with a wink “But I’od-like powers As you well know”

This time, she just snorted

Seated on their charcoal leather love seat, naked except for s spread, and hard cock in hand Only since it was mid-December, it wasn’t a normal naked and horny Maverick It was the Christht bulb necklace, and mistletoe belt Around his waist, a red and white striped cloth belt closed at a buckle which extended to an arched here soled His reclined position had the plastic plant bobbing directly over his cock The cock he worked up and down this his fisted hand The cock leaking with precum

Stephanie couldn’t help it, she started laughing even as her body flared to life The sight of her man sans clothes did it to her every time Ridiculous props and all Before him, she’d considered herself a normal woman with a typical sex drive Now, thanks to the hot and randy biker on the couch, she was a borderline nymphomaniac All he had to do was peel off his shirt and bare those lean, ropy muscles covered in tattoos, and she was ready to burn her panty drawer

“You know, I’ve heard it’s bad luck if you don’t kiss under the rin as he continued to stroke his tattooed erection in long, slow pulls

“Is it?” Gaze rooted to where he pleasured hiet himself off could be a fun time, but that cock was hers, and she’d be the one to enjoy it tonight

“The worst luck”

“Well,” she said, sloalked toward him “We don’t need any of that”

“Strip,” he coth

Steph licked her lips, which had hi “You sure that’s what you want me to do first?”

“Fuck yes,” he said, voice strained, hips punching up into his hand “Want to see my tits”