Sexy surprise

I decided to surprise him. He was smoking downstairs, so I slipped upstairs and stripped down. I had the perfect outfit picked out—red and black lace, see-through in all the right places, finished with sheer black stockings. The plan was simple: make him want me before he even touched me. It worked. When he walked in and saw me waiting like that, his eyes stayed glued. He didn’t waste time. He had me on the bed, lace pushed aside, his hands and mouth claiming every inch. Then he gave me exactly what I’d been hoping for. He took me from behind, filling me slowly, deliberately, until the stretch turned into that deep, aching pleasure. Soon it wasn’t enough. He added another finger, then more, stretching me open until I could take both at once—him inside me while his hand worked in perfect rhythm. The contrast, the pressure, the filthy fullness—my whole body shook with it. Blonde hair falling over my shoulders, lingerie still clinging in pieces, I gave in completely, moaning every time he drove deeper.