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Thanksgiving Treat

11/25/2017

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“Did it turn you on watching me get off to your picture?”
That question caught her off guard.
Her hands were full of dressing as she mixed all the ingredients for part of the Thanksgiving dinner that she was going to help serve tomorrow. The last thing she wanted was to be uncomfortably wet during the whole process.
Martin had been a guest of her brother’s this week, and from the moment he stepped in with his lean figure, smooth voice and thick lips, Veronica had been in a daze.
Three days of being in his presence had her thinking of all the ways he could bend her, stroke her, lick her and stick her.
From the way he licked his lips at her, she could only imagine he was thinking the same thoughts.
Then there was a matter of catching him stroking himself to her photo last night.
The pool of wetness that quickly began to pool between her legs was unlike she’d ever felt. Slipping two fingers in between her legs felt better than the first time she’d ever enjoyed the experience. She only wished it was him doing it to her.
If he was that good with himself, what could he do to her?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she whispered to him, voice shaking.
He stepped up next to her, a hair’s breath away, but didn’t touch her.
“It’s okay. I liked it. I was wishing you walked in, but I guess you were busy out there touching yourself.”
Veronica was shaking with excitement.
“Did you want me to touch you?”
His breath was like hot coals on her skin lighting every part of her.
“Did you want your fingers to be my tongue licking your slit, and fucking you?”
She nodded again, her breath ragged, but her hands wouldn’t stop.
“Did you want me to slide my cock deep inside of you until you screamed out cumming all over my dick?”
“I wanted all of it.” she breathed out.
He smirked watching her shake.
Veronica’s eyes closed waiting on him to touch her. Waiting for him to kiss her, throw the ingredients off the counter and take her.
But nothing else came.
“I think you’ve mixed it enough girl. Put it in the refrigerator and set your alarm. We got an early day tomorrow.”
Veronica’s eyes went wide at the sound of her mother’s voice.

“Did you hear me?”
She pulled her hands out of the mixture and swallowed hard.
“Sorry, I’m just tired.”

Upstairs, as she passed the door to her bedroom, she wondered if it was all a dream. It was 3am. It could’ve been.
With a sigh, she began to walk by until she heard…
“Come in.”
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