She tipped off of the dance floor and headed to the ladies’ room. Once she entered, she looked in the mirror and was horrified by her appearance. With her fingers, she did her best to straighten out her frizzy hair. She ran her hand in front of a sensor, summoning a paper towel to pat the sweat that had accumulated on her face. The bathroom door opened, allowing the loud music to pour inside. Tammy continued her attempt at freshening up, not looking to see who had entered the ladies’ room.
“You should pay better attention to your surroundings, donna.”
The deep pitch of a masculine voice caused Tracy’s head to snap up. In the mirror, she saw Francis behind her.
“Shit, Francis, you scared the shit outta me!” Tracy screeched.
She clutched her chest and inhaled a sharp breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart.
“Had you looked up, you would not have been startled,” he scolded.
Tracy rolled her eyes at his reflection.
“Are you lost? This is the ladies’ room.”
“I was lost, but now I am found,” he crooned.
Francis gripped her waist and turned her around to face him. When she wouldn’t look at him, he placed a finger to her chin, lifting her face.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
When she averted her eyes, Francis repeated the order. Her eyes flew to his. They were filled with pure, unadulterated lust. Tracy watched with dazed anticipation as his face crept slowly toward her own. His dark, soulful eyes, chiseled jaw, and perfectly shaped lips rendered her helpless. Tracy should have stopped his advance. She wanted to, but…
He is so fucking sexy!
Tracy gasped softly when as his lips brushed hers. He kissed her gently as his hands caressed her body as they glided down her dress. He pulled her closer and Tracy melted against his hard body. She moaned from the indescribable pleasure of the taste of his kiss—mint mixed with man. Tracy could feel the butterflies in her stomach. Her pussy clenched violently enough to cause her to wince.
Francis deepened the kiss. What was at first gentle and sensual had transcended to urgent and demanding. Tracy could feel the hard proof of his arousal rubbing against her. She pressed her body to his, wanting more, needing more. She pushed her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. Tracy was in a frenzy. It had been so long since she’d been taken. But when Francis yanked the hem of her dress above her ass, Tracy knew that if she didn’t stop his progress, there would be no turning back. She tore her lips from his and pushed against his solid shoulders. She gasped for air and dropped her head to his chest.
“F-Francis, we can’t,” she implored in a breathy voice.
“Silenzio,” Francis ordered as he wrapped a handful of her hair around his hand.
“Francis,” Tracy gasped.
He gave it a firm tug, forcing her to look at him.
“Shut up!” His tone was firm and unrelenting.
Tracy did as ordered. Who in the hell was she fooling? She wanted him.
He snaked his fingers into her dampened panties and massaged merciless circles into her clit. Tracy inhaled sharply and allowed her head to fall to his chest. But Francis used the grip that he had on her hair to pull her head back. He wasn’t about the let her hide.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he gave her what she so desperately needed.
He kneaded her neglected clit until she began to pant uncontrollably.
“Francis,” she breathed.
Tracy didn’t even pretend to hide her desperation as he rubbed torturous rings against her throbbing clit.
“Ohh…G-please,” she begged without shame.
Thankfully, Francis was in a giving mood. Tracy couldn’t contain her excitement as he tore the seat of her panties and hoisted her up on the sink. He made quick work of unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He continued to kiss her with fervent passion, maintaining a firm hold on her hair as if he wanted to make sure she wouldn't bolt. But Francis was terribly mistaken if he thought for one minute that Tracy had the power to leave. Especially after he pulled his pants down enough for his thick dick to slap her thigh.
Since one hand was securing her hair, Francis gripped her hip with the other and pulled her to the edge of the sink. He grounded the engorged head of his dick over her clit, then around her eager entrance. With his dick, he was spreading her juices over her throbbing pussy. When he pressed against her opening, Tracy stilled herself in preparation for his invasion. But when he pushed inside of her, she realized that there was no way to prepare for the sheer size of him.
“Aghhh shit!” Tracy shouted, tearing her lips from his.
