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Paul sits at his computer, whiling away the hours at the store he minds. It is empty and near closing time and he can’t wait to leave so he can go home to his wife and crawl into bed naked to write. He is looking up fashion items on Pinterest and working on his PhD. His Skype page is open and suddenly a friendly name pops up; Mistress Persephone. Paul smiles, recognizing his friend’s nickname. He answers the video call and gasps at the image on the screen. She is bent over the keyboard in a beautiful red and black full length negligee. She twists slightly and he can see the back which has a low plunge and lace detailing.There isvecbahis are two thin straps cross her back and the front of it just barely contains her sizeable breasts. The colour is stunning against her dark skin and eyes. “How you doing, Paul?” She purrs. “I’m good, nice outfit.” “Thanks, what do you think of these?” She lifts up her legs to show him the spiked, glossy black heels adorning her feet, her toes blood red, like her nails. “Good God!” Paul enthused. “So, what are you up to?” she asks, her finger dipped under the cloth, playing with the lining around her breasts. “Just waiting to close up the store.” “Why not close isveçbahis giriş early, I’ll give you a show?” The lining slowly comes down, stopping just above her nipples. Paul looks at her, weighing his options. He and his wife had talked about an open relationship, but no formal decision had been made yet. He took a few seconds too long and Aziza pulls down the lining under her breasts. She tweaks a nipple, scouring the skin around it with her nails, leaving angry red lines on the dark skin. “Your turn, show me that thick cock,” her voice husky with the demand. Paul licks his lips and looks at the windows. He gets up isveçbahis yeni giriş and flips the closed sign around on the window and locks the door. He flicks off the lights in the front of the store and goes back to the desk recessed behind high walls. As he sits down, he undoes his pants and draws out his cock, already thickening from the sight on the screen. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Miranda won’t mind.” Before Paul can respond, Aziza leans back and spreads her legs, lifting the negligee to her hips, exposing her swollen labia and thick clit. Paul sucks in his breath. She reaches to her side and pulls the black, thick dildo from beside her and slides it around her clit and vagina, leaning her head back from the feeling. Paul’s hand strays to his cock, almost as if he hasn’t realized what he is doing. “Yes, that’s it, just like that,” Aziza whispers.
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