The heels were a last-minute decision—black, very high, making my legs look longer than they are. I d kept them on with just this black and white bikini thing, feeling ridiculous and powerful at the same time. When he knocked, I almost took them off. Instead I walked to the door in them, wobbling slightly, and let him in without speaking.
He looked at me different then, eyes dropping to my legs, my heels still on, my skin barely covered. No words, just him pushing me back onto the white sheets, the heels digging into the mattress, his mouth on my throat, his hands rough and immediate under my bikini top. I laughed once, nervous, but he swallowed the sound with a kiss, fingers sliding between my legs, finding how wet I was. Embarrassingly so. He knew.
He pushed my legs back, the heels still on, and slid in thick and hard. I cried out because he filled me completely, the angle strange and deep because of how my legs were positioned. He pounded into me rough and deep, foldin
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