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Madison was sitting at her table as she sketched some designs when there was a knock on her door. She had ordered take out, but that was fast. Maybe she had sketched longer than she thought. She had thrown on lounge pants and an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder when she came home.
She didn’t want to see anything tight until late tomorrow night. She opened the door and expected to see the delivery guy. She was friendly with Brian, and he would bring it in while she got his tip because she always forgot to have her cash ready.
“Brian, that was fast—Dante? What are you doing here?” Madison was startled to see him at her place.
“I came to spend time with you. I brought you this card.”
“Oh, thanks.” She took the card from him. She would open it later.
“Who is Brian?”
“The delivery guy. I go to this place a lot so we’ve become friendly.”
“Oh. Ok. That makes sense.” He walked around her apartment. She had nothing out when he came over, so today he would get to see some of her designs and sketches and what her place looked like on a typical day when he wasn’t coming over.
How would he see it? To her it was homey. She had a bunch of sewing things out. There were dress sketches tacked up to the walls. What would he think? From what she knew, which wasn’t a lot, would he think they looked like good designs? There was a negligee she had drawn out, that looked like it was just made of see-through lace and maybe some ribbon. Would he want to see that on her?
“Come on in. Let me clean up. I didn’t expect you.”
“Why not?”
“I told you, in your office.”
“Yeah, well, I believed it would be a good time for us to talk. There are a few things about our agreement that I wanted to straighten out.”
“Oh. Like what?” She put things in a tote bag and put it in a corner of the room.
He tugged her hand until she sat down in his lap on the sofa. “I wanted to ask where you were on spitting or swallowing or even allowing any of my cum in your mouth.”
“Oh. I guess I don’t know.” She bit her bottom lip. “I do want to taste you.”
Dante got hard at her words. “I think you liked the light spanking and hair pulling. I would never do more than that.”
She wiggled on his lap. “Yeah. I did like that. I didn’t think I would.”
“What else do or did you like?”
“I liked the dirty talking.” She turned around in his lap so her knees were outside his thighs.
He palmed her bottom and then moved his hand to cup her mound. Could he feel the heat coming through her thin pants?
“You like when I fuck my pussy?”
“Aghh, Dante. Yes. I like everything you do to your pussy.”
“Take your top off.”
She whipped it over her head leaving a lace covering for her boobs. It wasn’t a bra. There was no clasp. She liked to wear bralettes when she was at home. He pulled the scrap of fabric down below her breasts and worshiped at her nipples. He was kneading her boobs when there was a knock at the door.
“Oh. That’s Brian.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get it for you.”
“He’s never seen anyone but me. I’ve got it.” She covered her breasts and threw the shirt back on. And opened the door.
“Hey, I have your tip ready this time. How is your girlfriend and baby doing?”
