Adult Blogger: MAN HUNTER stretched the silk of her thong and with his left, slid the blade beneath it. With a quick flick of his wrist, the ruined garment floated to the floor, leaving the married woman without clothing, bare to the lecherous eyes of her cocaine connection.
He tossed the knife back on the counter and whacked her right ass cheek with the open, calloused palm of his hand. "Turn around, Mrs. Morgan. I want you on your knees."
Donna pushed herself off the refrigerator and turned, ready to fall to her soft knees, but the young man caught her bouncing breasts in his palms, sliding them up and over the jutting mounds. He captured her protruding nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed, pinched. He then tugged the turgid buds downward, guiding her to her knees.
While he pulled the sweat-stained tee-shirt over his head, Donna's bright red nails found the button of his jeans and pulled it loose. She carefully, so as not to break a nail, pulled his zipper down and then tugged at the denim, forcing it over his trim waist and muscular thighs. The thick but not overly long tube sprang from the confines of his pants, bobbing before her pretty face as she dragged the material down his legs.
