Peyton's Pleasure (108 page)

S
he w
a
it
e
d,
wond
er
i
n
g
wh
a
t
he
would
do
n
e
x
t.
The
a
nti
c
ip
a
tion w
a
s
ea
ti
n
g
a
t
h
e
r
now.
I
t
wouldn
’
t
t
a
ke
mu
c
h
t
o
push
h
e
r
ov
e
r
the
e
dg
e
.
S
he
w
a
s
so
c
lo
s
e
,
n
e
v
e
r
h
a
d
s
h
e
b
ee
n
this
c
lose
du
r
i
n
g a
s
c
e
ne just
b
y
t
h
e
tou
c
h
of
a
f
l
o
g
g
e
r
.
B
r
i
e
f
l
y
she
wond
e
r
e
d if
h
e
k
n
e
w h
o
w to use
the
si
n
g
le
t
a
il.
H
e
w
a
s
a
l
r
ea
d
y
too
g
ood
t
o
be
t
r
u
e
.
S
he
r
e
a
l
l
y

didn
’
t
n
ee
d
a
noth
e
r
rea
s
on
to
like him.
Thin
k
ing
a
bout
h
e
r
in
crea
si
n
g n
ee
d
f
or
him
b
ac
k
e
d
h
e
r
down
fr
om
h
e
r
h
i
g
h
until
she put
it
out
of
h
e
r h
ea
d.
S
he
w
a
s
g
oing
to
e
nj
o
y this
a
nd
nothi
n
g
w
o
uld
put
a
d
a
mp
e
r
on h
e
r
pl
ea
su
r
e
toni
g
ht.
S
he
would wo
r
r
y
a
bout the
r
e
st tomo
rr
ow.

A mov
e
m
e
nt
b
e
hind h
e
r
si
g
n
a
l
e
d
he
w
a
s
b
ac
k.
W
h
er
e
h
a
d
h
e
g
one
a
nd
f
or
wh
a
t
r
ea
son?
A
h
a
nd
ca
r
e
ss
e
d
the
still
-re
d
lin
e
s
a
long h
e
r
a
ss.
S
he
li
f
t
e
d it up into his t
o
u
c
h.

He
l
ea
n
e
d
ov
e
r
a
nd
whisp
ere
d
into
h
e
r
e
ar
.
“
I h
a
d
to
g
o
a
nd
j
a
c
k o
f
f
so
I
wouldn
’
t
c
ome
too
qui
c
k
l
y
wh
e
n
I t
a
k
e
th
a
t
s
w
ee
t
a
ss
of
y
o
u
r
s
.”

“
Oh,
God.”
P
e
y
ton
c
ou
l
dn
’
t
w
a
it
f
or
a
n
a
l
s
e
x
with
R
y
k
er
.
S
he w
a
nt
e
d him
r
i
g
ht now.

“
P
l
ea
s
e
, hu
r
r
y
up.”

“
P
a
ti
e
n
ce
,
P
e
y
ton.
I
t
’
s
a
ll
a
bout
the pl
ea
su
r
e
a
nd
y
o
u
h
a
v
e
n
’
t
h
a
d n
ear
l
y
e
no
u
g
h
y
e
t
.
”

His
h
a
nd
ea
s
e
d
b
e
tw
ee
n
h
e
r
a
nd
the
b
e
d.
He
f
ou
n
d
h
e
r
nippl
e
s
a
nd

pin
c
h
e
d
th
e
m.
S
he
squi
r
m
e
d
a
nd
g
r
ound
h
e
r
hi
p
s
a
g
a
inst
his
bo
d
y
.
S
he
c
ould
f
e
e
l
his
e
r
ec
t
i
on
a
s
if h
e
’
d
n
e
v
e
r
c
om
e
.
Good,
she tho
u
g
ht. He
w
a
s just
a
s n
e
e
d
y
a
s
s
he
w
a
s.

He twist
e
d
h
e
r
nippl
e
s
u
ntil
she
cr
i
e
d
out
a
t
the
p
a
in/pl
ea
su
r
e of
it. Th
e
n
he withd
r
e
w
his
h
a
nds
a
nd
sp
r
e
a
d
h
e
r
a
s
s
.
N
o
w
,
she thou
g
ht.
H
e’
ll
fu
c
k
m
e
no
w
.
Only
he
didn
’
t.
I
nst
e
a
d,
he
li
c
k
e
d
h
e
r
f
r
om
h
e
r little
r
os
e
tte
to
h
e
r
c
lit
a
nd
b
ac
k
a
g
a
in.
He
l
a
p
p
e
d
a
t
h
e
r
pus
s
y w
h
er
e she
w
e
pt in n
ee
d.

“
You
’
r
e
so
f
r
ea
ki
n
g
w
e
t
,
”
he
s
a
id with a
g
r
o
a
n.

A
sin
g
l
e
f
i
n
g
e
r
d
e
lv
e
d
b
e
tw
ee
n
h
e
r
pus
s
y lips
to
e
nt
e
r
h
e
r
v
a
g
in
a.
One
f
i
n
g
e
r tu
r
n
e
d
to
two,
th
e
n
th
ree
.
S
he pump
e
d
b
ac
k
a
g
a
inst
him
a
s mu
c
h
a
s
h
e
r
re
st
r
a
ints
would
a
llow.
S
he h
ear
d
the pop
of a bottl
e
.
S
he kn
e
w
it
would
b
e
lub
e
.
Now
h
e
would
f
u
c
k
h
er
.
E
v
e
n
tho
u
g
h
s
h
e kn
e
w
to
e
x
p
ec
t
it,
the
s
li
g
ht
l
y
c
ool
g
e
l
plop
p
e
d
on
h
e
r
b
ac
k
hol
e
, st
ar
tling
h
er
.
S
he
wig
g
l
e
d h
e
r
a
ss
a
t him.