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curves perfectly well. He never wearied of her, in spite of his exotic adventures. Standing slightly akimbo, she gazed at him, looking as sexy as the devil.
    She came closer, leaning gently against him, and murmured, “So what would you do with this new, unknown woman? You might sit her on the sofa, put on some music, and tell her how charming she is.”
    As she spoke, she pulled him over to the red velvet sofa that had hosted many of their embraces. She sat down beside Malko, gazing at him.
    “Personally, I think you might start by kissing her, to see how far she’s prepared to go. That would be a good beginning, don’t you think?”
    Her lips met Malko’s, and her tongue darted into his mouth. She was relaxed, and he could tell that she was getting excited.
    The kiss went on and on.
    He stroked Alexandra’s heavy breasts and could feel her nipples harden under his fingers. Now getting excited in turn, he slipped his hand to her knees and under her dress, which gave a highly erotic rustle as it slid up over her stockings.
    The young woman pulled her mouth away.
    “Now I think you should take her panties off,” she murmured. “That’s a good test. If she squeezes her thighs together, it means she still needs a little more champagne.”
    Malko’s fingers were already stroking Alexandra’s thighs. She wasn’t squeezing them together—quite the contrary. When he reached the edge of her string panty, she raised her hips slightly so he could slide it down. It was soon a crumpled ball of black lace on the carpet. She spoke approvingly:
    “See? Who dares, wins.”
    She eased herself down on the cushions to give him access to her already wet pussy.
    His gloomy earlier mood forgotten, Malko was caught up in an erotic and romantic rush. He felt Alexandra stroking his alpaca trousers, then delicately unzipping them. His fiancée’s warm hands made their practiced way into the opening and seized his prick.
    For a few moments, only sighs and the rustle of clothing could be heard. Then Alexandra moved slightly to see if the prick now rising from the alpaca pants was properly stiff. She brought her mouth close to Malko’s ear and sweetly said, “I assume that your conquest was well brought up, and that she learned to use her mouth properly in finishing school.”
    As she spoke, she went down on her knees in front of him. When Malko felt Alexandra’s warm mouth close around him, he thought he would faint with happiness. Eyes closed, completely relaxed, he gave himself over to her. He put his hand on the nape of her neck to guide her a little. A little later, he felt resistance and let her come up for air. She again brought her mouth close to his ear.
    “Your lady love has done a fine job of preparing that thing, and I think she deserves to have it deep inside her. Honest pay for honest work … It’s up to you to lead her on, to anticipate her desires. For her to fully enjoy what’s coming, I think she might want to kneel on the sofa, like this.”
    Alexandra stood up, turned away from Malko, and knelt on the red sofa, her chest against the backrest. Stepping behind her, he had only to loosen his pants and lift her mauve dress over her hips, then press his cock between her cheeks. It easily found her pussy when he bent his knees a little. With hardly any effort, he sank into her to the hilt. She raised her hips, the better to receive him.
    Grabbing her waist, a happy Malko slid in and out of her. Alexandra sighed with every thrust, giving deep little moans.
    This lasted until Malko felt his climax approaching. Alexandra could sense it too, from the way he was clutching her hips and the quickening tempo of his thrusts. Turning her head, she said, “You’ve gone this far; you can afford to get rough with her. She wouldn’t dare complain.”
    It was an explicit invitation.
    Restraining his climax, Malko pulled out, then pointed his cock higher. Finding her hot ass was enough to make him lose what remained of his