She slowly moved from side to side, gyrating her hips to the music in her head. She leaned over and pushed him on the bed. Proceeding to unbutton his shirt whilst nibbling on his ears. Marcel is beyond ecstatic. He had hoped for a great night, but so far this had exceeded his expectations.
By now, her hands were at his navel. Methodically inching closer and closer to this unit. This was a professional, she clearly knew what she was doing. A minute later his pants were on the ground, and so was she. What occurred next, totally blew him away. She took him to new heights, emotions he had not experienced in a long time. He had been with many women, but none like this. Every touch, every move, every action made his whole body tingle. He clutched the sheets, biting his lips. He peeked at her, all he could see was the dark mass of her silky hair. "Don't stop, PLEASEEE!, he blurted out.
She continued, like an expert artist putting finishing touches to a masterpiece. She was relentless the way she took to pleasing him. His breathing became tense, he knew he was almost there. "OH GOD! I AM…", he yelled, and then everything went silent.
Marcel lay there, staring at the ceiling, a cheeky grin frozen on his face. If he could package and sell the emotions he had just felt, he knew he would be seriously rich. He couldn't help but laugh. He wanted to do it again. This woman had blown his mind away and he needed more. He looked over at her, she was cleaning up her face with a hankie from her purse. She looked up at him and grinned, knowing she had done her job.
He sits up and addresses her. "Come here naughty girl…come to daddy". She gets up and sits on his lap, looking into his eyes. "You just rocked my world missy, now let me return the favor", he says confidently. She giggles nervously, batting her eyelashes invitingly. Marcel rolls with her onto the bed, this time he's the one on top. His hand moves lower, and into her pants. That's when everything goes awry for him. For what he felt down there, was not what he had expected.
"Your turn Daddy, treat me gently", she croaked in a deep masculine voice.
That was the first time she had spoken that night, and now he knew why. Eyes bulging, heart pounding faster, it began to dawn on him, that she was a he.
