Seduction Principles - Episode 8

Her skirt rides up as she leans over the table. I watch her thighs part just enough to hint at what waits beneath. She knows I’m watching. That’s the game. She straightens, turns, and the blouse is open one button too many. The lace of her bra shows—black against pale skin. She steps closer, hips loose, shoulders back, making every line of her body speak. I stay seated. She stops between my knees. One hand lands on my shoulder, the other traces my jaw. Her perfume hits warm and sweet. She leans in until her lips brush my ear. "You’ve been staring since I walked in," she says, voice low. "So now you get to see everything." She lifts one leg, sets her knee on the cushion beside me. The skirt hikes higher, revealing the top of a stocking and the strap of a garter. My fingers find the bare skin above it. She doesn’t flinch. I slide my palm up the inside of her thigh. She’s already wet. The lace between her legs is damp against my knuckles. She rocks her hips forward once, a slow roll, pressing herself into my hand. "Take it off," I tell her. She straightens, unbuttons the blouse the rest of the way, lets it fall. The bra comes next. Her breasts are full, nipples tight. She reaches behind, unhooks the garter belt, rolls the stockings down each leg. Everything lands on the floor. She’s left in nothing but the skirt, which she unzips and steps out of. Naked now, she climbs onto my lap, knees on either side of my hips. I unzip my trousers. She reaches between us, pulls me out, and sinks down in one smooth motion. Her cunt takes every inch. Tight. Hot. She starts to move—slow circles at first, then harder, faster. Her hands grip the back of the chair. Her breasts bounce with each thrust. She leans back, spine arching, and I grab her ass, pulling her down to meet me. The wet sound of her riding me fills the room. She comes first—sharp gasp, muscles clenching around me, thighs shaking. I follow seconds later, burying myself deep as I finish inside her. Afterward she stays on my lap, forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard. Sweat cools on her skin. My hands rest on her hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles. She smiles against my mouth. "Round two in ten minutes," she whispers.