She loved doing this, whenever she could manage it. She knew she wasn’t supposed to. He worked for her father at their family owned vineyard, and if Daddy ever found out…well, hell would be the least of her problems.
She simply couldn’t resist him, or the opportunity to cross her father’s unwarranted lines.
Today, she would use her soaked panties as a napkin to wipe the dribbles of cum from her lips before departing. She’d slip them into his pocket, and whisper an improvised plan for him to visit her in her own bed this afternoon, when the folks were gone.
So far, it had all been fast and furious, hand and mouth play only. And as refined and elegant as she appeared, what she really hungered for was some down and dirty, no-holds-barred animal rutting, that would leave the scent of him embedded in her wicked sheets.
This afternoon, she would test the boundaries of things neither of them had yet imagined. Those handcuffs she’d bought secretly would finally get some use.