He bent me over his office desk and stripped away my underwear, letting the cold breeze hit my ass. He inserted the tip of his cock into my dripping cunt.
As he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me, I felt my head starting to spin and gripped t...
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Finally arriving, I pulled up into the parking lot at the nearest entrance, but not before I circled the entire area making sure I arrived before Allen.
My heartbeat slowed down when I realized he wasn't there. I let out a heavy sigh and made my way into the restaurant, walking over to the reception area. I rang the bell and waited about a few seconds before a tall, pale guy, with brown hair that looked like he was about 21 years old appeared.
"Hello." I spoke.
He smiled kindly and replied, "Good afternoon, ma'am. How may I assist you this evening?"
"My husband made a reservation for two earlier. His name is Allen Andrews."
"Ah, yes. The reservation is at 6pm. If you may, please follow me to your table." He said, getting up and leading me to the private table.
He pulled the chair out for me, and I sat.
"Thank you-" I was about to say before I realized I didn't even know his name.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck, awkwardly smiling.
"Oh, it's Aaron and you Ofcourse, are the well-known Parisa, I'm assuming."
"Your assumption is quite correct."
He smiled brighter than he did before.
"I mean who wouldn't know you? You're the well-known Parisa Andrews. Only people under rocks wouldn't know who you were."
I nervously chuckled at the statement, scratching the back of my neck.
"Would you like me to light the candle for you?"
I hadn't even noticed that a candle was there. It barely stood out, honestly. It was blending in with the lavish tablecloth. The only reason I was able to spot it was probably because of its wick.
"That would be lovely."
"Oh, it's cinnamon with brown sugar. Is that okay with you or do you need it changed?"
"No thank you. Actually, this scent is probably the best one in my opinion."
"Your taste is quite exquisite in my book." he chuckled.
He took the lighter out of his pocket and covered the top of the wick with his hand, preventing air from putting out the flame as soon as it was lit.
After a few seconds, the cinnamon scent had filled the air, suffocating us both with its sweet aroma.
"Well, I'll be back as soon as your husband arrives." he smiled at me before turning away to return to the reception desk.
I nodded. To pass time, I took my phone out of bag then opened notes, pressing random keys to make it look like I had something better to do with myself then wait and stare into space.
