"You sure you know how to make one, Schoolmarm?"
"I Googled it," she says.
I watch in disbelief as she walks in those sexy stiletto sandals to the wet bar.
"You could have your own bartender show," I say, observing her concentration as she mixes exact measurements of gin and dry vermouth.
"Like on YouTube?" she asks, taking a fancy silver utensil to scrape a strip of lime rind.
"Yeah, as long as you wear that lingerie."
We both laugh.
"And as long as I don't get poisoned by this martini. You know, I'm a martini expert."
"Is that so?" she says, bringing the glass to me.
I examine it carefully before tasting it.
"I learned a martini can never be too dry," she says in a throaty voice. "But can it be too wet?"
"Wet is good," I say, feeling a giant boner coming on.
"What if it doesn't have enough zest?" She comes closer, her boobs practically in my face. Her stiff nipples brush against the stubble on my cheek.
An instant erotic jolt tears through me.
"I hope my five o’clock shadow didn’t scratch you," I say, my voice rough. "My beard can be pretty aggressive."
"It felt good," she says.
Maddie parts her legs and straddles my lap. The warmth of her moist pussy is right on top of my hard, zipper-strained cock.
My hips move magnetically toward her, frustrated by the denim blocking access.
She moves another inch, and I feel like I'm aboutto explode. I fist her shiny hair, pulling her toward me. Her lips taste like cherry candy mixed with the juniper of the gin.
My teeth bite into her lower lip, sucking the sweetness. I cup her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks through the lace.
Maddie's hand brushes against my abs as she reaches to unbutton my jeans. She slowly pulls down the zipper, and I spring free.
She strokes me for a moment, then puts those cherry lips on the head of my cock and flicks it with the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, man," I groan, pulling her up into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her into the bedroom.
Midway, I’m not even sure I can make it to the bed, not with her wet pussy pressing against me like that.
I lay her down on the white duvet to admire her. Her panties adhere to her skin, soaked with her juices.
The straps of her bra rest below her shoulders, barely covering her boobs.
Rarely have I been so turned on. It takes every ounce of self-control to give her pleasure first.
Tickling her erect nipples with the tip of my tongue. Circling her clit with my finger, barely touching her flesh.
"Now, Rio," she pants.
I’m quick to peel off my jeans and rip off my shirt.
