Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
The newspaper had announced the latest lottery winner, and he lived right here in town! So I waited until it was dark and stormy, and I dressed in my slinkiest white party dress with not a stitch of clothing underneath. Then, I drove out towards his big house and parked a ways down the road. Walking slowly to ensure my dress was soaked through by the time I knocked on his door. My stiff nipples felt like pinpoints about to rip open my dress and my whole body shivered.
Steve opened the door, and concern and confusion pinched his features. “I’m so sorry to bother you so late.” I pouted up at him from under the glow of his porch light. “It’s just my car broke down a bit down the road, and my cell has no service. I was kind of wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting me use your phone to call for help and possibly a towel or two to dry off?” The sweet, rich man ushered me in and showed me right to the bathroom.
Seducing The lottery Winner
“Just take your time and call for help. There are plenty of towels in the bathroom, and you can join me in the living room by the fire to wait when you’re all dry.” I thanked him by giving his arm a tender squeeze and slipped into his bathroom. Everything sparkled, and I knew he must hire the best help with that big ol’ paid day he’d cashed in.
I stripped out of my dress and tied his bathrobe around my body, then padded towards the living room. It was dark except for the flickering glow of the fireplace. Thunder crashed outside the house, and I cuddled up beside him—thigh to thigh. Next, I leaned in, letting him get a good look at how his oversized robe hung loosely from my cleavage.
“Do you live here all by yourself?” I asked. He nodded and tried to pull his gaze from my tits. “You must be awful lonely in such a big place.” I pressed my body against his then and teased the tip of my nose along his neck. He shivered, and his words were breathy when he spoke.
“Oh, I’m used to it. It isn’t so bad, really.” My hand rubbed up his thigh, and I watched his slacks tent at my touch. He tried to shift down the couch, but I scooted to follow him.
“Such a shame, a handsome man like you being all alone.” My lips brushed along his earlobe, and my hand grazed under his chin to turn his face towards mine. I kissed him and shifted myself to straddle his lap. He was quivering under me, but his hands gripped my hips, and I took it as an invitation to continue. Next, I pulled his cock from his slacks and opened the robe to expose my toned body to him. He moaned as I rubbed his head against my slick pussy lips. He may have thought I was wet for him when in reality, I was soaked, knowing I’d have all the access I wanted to that lottery money if I made him spill his baby batter into my womb.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
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