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Chanel muttered curses under her breath as she closed the door behind her. She dropped her keys on the nearby table, and stalked straight into the kitchen. Her purse found a home on the bar, and her phone went on the charger. A quick twist of her fingers popped the clasp of her bra, and a few practiced maneuvers allowed her to extract it through her sleeve. She sighed in relief as she set the girls free from their prison, and dropped the bra next to her purse.It had been a frustrating day at the office, and she needed wine – stat. Thankfully, her son was out, as he’d been an additional source of frustration of late.She was just starting to mellow after half a glass when her phone rang. She stood up from her chair at the kitchen table, saw it was her friend and co-worker Janet, and grabbed the phone to answer.“Hello,” she said, and then took another sip of wine.“You haven’t killed anyone yet, have you?”Chanel chuckled sarcastically. “No. Brent is at work, so he’s not here for me to bite his head off. Can you believe that bitch?”The two co-workers vented their frustrations to each other and sipped wine for several minutes.Janet said, “Well, I’m going to go get in a long bath before Darren gets home. Maybe I’ll be calm Ankara bayan escort enough not to bite his head off by then. I’ll let you get back to your wine.”Having just poured a second glass, Chanel said, “I might go soak in a bath too. What I really need is a man to eat my pussy, make me come, and then just fuck off.”Janet laughed. “If only. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”“Bye.” Chanel ended the call and turned to put her phone back on the charger, but froze in her tracks.There, standing in the doorway was her son’s best friend. Tim was all but a fixture in the house, as the two had met when they were five. Her face burned when she saw him smiling at her, and realized he’d surely heard every word she’d just said to Janet.“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she said as she turned away from him. “I didn’t know you were here.”“No problem. Brent needed his charger, so I was coming to get it. He won’t need it until lunch break, so I could help you out before I go drop it off.”Confused, she automatically turned toward him. “Help me with wh…” she began, but trailed off when she saw the handsome young man twitch his eyebrows. She gasped and brought her hand to her mouth.“More than happy to. Escort bayan Ankara Just like you said. Go down on you, get you off, and get out of here,” he said as he walked toward her.“Tim! You can’t… That’s…” Chanel stammered. Even as her face burned hotter, the sight of him approaching her with lust in his eyes caused her nipples to stiffen and a tingle to arise between her legs.“You said it yourself. That’s what you need. I’d love to eat that pussy for you. I’m not going to say anything to Brent. Are you?”Though he was as familiar and nearly as ever present as her own child, she’d hardly missed the changes as Tim grew up, and filled out. Of late, she’d caught herself frequently admiring his sculpted young body out in the back yard, or sitting shirtless in Brent’s room. She’d given in to temptation more than once and masturbated to a fantasy of him, and he was standing in front of her telling her he was willing to make it real.Her breathing quickened as she took a step back, but she then bumped into the kitchen counter. There was nowhere left to run.She gasped again when he reached out and caressed her hip. She knew she should have slapped him, but her hand didn’t move. The Bayan escort Ankara tickle of wetness flooding her pussy and the ache of her stiff nipples intensified by the second. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her skirt. The touch made her shiver and whimper.“Just say stop if you want me to,” he said as he leaned in closer to her. His hand crept higher, taking her skirt up with it.She opened her mouth, fully intending to tell him to stop. The only sound that emerged was another whimper. The next thing she knew, his hand was caressing her thigh, and his fingers were tracing the line of her panties.“Oh my god. Fuck it,” she said in a rush as her inhibitions collapsed beneath the weight of too-long denied need. She slipped a hand behind his neck, and pulled him into a kiss.The hunger in his kiss shocked her, but she returned it with equal fervor. Their tongues slipped over each other, and he growled with excitement. She squealed when strong hands cupped her bottom and lifted her from the floor as if she weighed nothing. He turned, sat her down on the table, and dragged a chair in front of her.Chanel bunched up her skirt at her waist, and yanked the crotch of her panties aside. Tim pulled his chair up to the table and dived in.A yelp escaped her from the sudden assault of his eager young tongue. The hand not holding her panties aside slammed against the table and gripped its edge hard. Tim growled in delight and looked up at her while he tongued her. The sexy mixture of desire and mischief in his eyes made her gasp.

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