of expensive chocolates for us. After handing a glass to me, he placed the red velvet-looking box between us atop a glass coffee table.
While eating a chocolate in the most sensuous way possible, he watched me. I almost choked on my champagne. I did sneeze when the bubbles went up my nose.
"I have a confession to make, Cindy." He put his glass down and leaned closer. "I set this whole thing up."
He popped a cherry chocolate in my mouth and I almost choked. After I chewed and swallowed, I spoke. "What do you mean?"
"Cindy Eller, I am your Prince Charming."
My mouth fell open. I licked cherry juice from my lips. "Y-you're Prince Charming?"
He wore a Cheshire grin now. "Please forgive me. I know I tricked you. I rigged the contest so you would win, so we could meet."
"But…but the contest was to meet Foster Wells."
He winked. "So you thought."
He explained how he set up the whole meeting thanks to rigging the contest and talking with Sadie. My mom and Chris got in a conversation about me last time I left him waiting at her café. Guess Sadie acted as my fairy godmother, and I had to smile at the thought. She may not have been around when I was a kid, but now that she was a part of my life she was always looking out for me.
"So, what now?" I twirled the stem of my champagne glass.
The Cheshire grin returned. He slithered from the chair and dropped to his knees in front of me. His eyes made my face heat unbearably when he looked up.
"I thought we could act out one of our online games." He traced figure 8's across my knee then moved higher, letting his fingers slip down my inner thigh.
I tried to steady my breath. My pussy began to tingle with maddening need. "I-I'd love to." I croaked. "But I didn't bring protection."
He dipped his head and kissed the tops of both my knees before he lifted me from the chair. "Oh, don't worry, I have everything covered."
Chris Grayson, one of the most sought after men in North America, was my Prince Charming? And now he planned on ravishing me in his dressing room. I almost asked him to pinch me, because I had to be dreaming.
He set me down in front of the long, white makeup counter that lined a well lit mirror. He whispered the proposed scenario in my ear, and I nodded my consent.
"Turn around," he commanded in a low, husky voice and I obeyed.
I presented my wrists to him, as he requested. He was soft yet rough, seductive yet powerful, as he bound them with his necktie.
"Now, I'm going to undress you." He paused long enough to feather kisses down my neck. "Slowly, while you watch."
I shivered, and my gaze glued to the mirror, wreathed in a rectangular halo of soft globe lights. My whole body would soon be on display, and I would observe everything he did to me. My pussy clenched and grew wetter at these thoughts.
He stripped me, but left my polka dot pumps on. My caramel skin shone as he bent me over the makeup counter. My eyes were wide and my pupils were huge.
First he stroked the tense muscles in my back until I relaxed completely. Then his lips and tongue skimmed down my spine. I groaned as warm bliss flooded me and my horniness grew.
Teeth sank into my firm, round ass and I let out a shrill squeal. I watched as his head moved to the other cheek and repeated the process. My skin vibrated with sensation and my legs trembled slightly.
He spread my legs wider and disappeared as he went to his knees once again. I cried out when a hot, wet tongue flit over my clitoris. He licked my outer labia, tugged them with his teeth, then lapped up my juices from my now soaked opening. I moaned uncontrollably as he did so.
His tongue returned to my clit and rapidly flicked this swollen bead, making me come. I shivered and shook atop the makeup counter. I couldn't believe my wanton release as I watched myself.
Juices dripped down my thighs. He stood once more and stroked my back as our gazes met in the mirror.
His hand slipped to my ass, which jutted high in the air. "You were a very
While eating a chocolate in the most sensuous way possible, he watched me. I almost choked on my champagne. I did sneeze when the bubbles went up my nose.
"I have a confession to make, Cindy." He put his glass down and leaned closer. "I set this whole thing up."
He popped a cherry chocolate in my mouth and I almost choked. After I chewed and swallowed, I spoke. "What do you mean?"
"Cindy Eller, I am your Prince Charming."
My mouth fell open. I licked cherry juice from my lips. "Y-you're Prince Charming?"
He wore a Cheshire grin now. "Please forgive me. I know I tricked you. I rigged the contest so you would win, so we could meet."
"But…but the contest was to meet Foster Wells."
He winked. "So you thought."
He explained how he set up the whole meeting thanks to rigging the contest and talking with Sadie. My mom and Chris got in a conversation about me last time I left him waiting at her café. Guess Sadie acted as my fairy godmother, and I had to smile at the thought. She may not have been around when I was a kid, but now that she was a part of my life she was always looking out for me.
"So, what now?" I twirled the stem of my champagne glass.
The Cheshire grin returned. He slithered from the chair and dropped to his knees in front of me. His eyes made my face heat unbearably when he looked up.
"I thought we could act out one of our online games." He traced figure 8's across my knee then moved higher, letting his fingers slip down my inner thigh.
I tried to steady my breath. My pussy began to tingle with maddening need. "I-I'd love to." I croaked. "But I didn't bring protection."
He dipped his head and kissed the tops of both my knees before he lifted me from the chair. "Oh, don't worry, I have everything covered."
Chris Grayson, one of the most sought after men in North America, was my Prince Charming? And now he planned on ravishing me in his dressing room. I almost asked him to pinch me, because I had to be dreaming.
He set me down in front of the long, white makeup counter that lined a well lit mirror. He whispered the proposed scenario in my ear, and I nodded my consent.
"Turn around," he commanded in a low, husky voice and I obeyed.
I presented my wrists to him, as he requested. He was soft yet rough, seductive yet powerful, as he bound them with his necktie.
"Now, I'm going to undress you." He paused long enough to feather kisses down my neck. "Slowly, while you watch."
I shivered, and my gaze glued to the mirror, wreathed in a rectangular halo of soft globe lights. My whole body would soon be on display, and I would observe everything he did to me. My pussy clenched and grew wetter at these thoughts.
He stripped me, but left my polka dot pumps on. My caramel skin shone as he bent me over the makeup counter. My eyes were wide and my pupils were huge.
First he stroked the tense muscles in my back until I relaxed completely. Then his lips and tongue skimmed down my spine. I groaned as warm bliss flooded me and my horniness grew.
Teeth sank into my firm, round ass and I let out a shrill squeal. I watched as his head moved to the other cheek and repeated the process. My skin vibrated with sensation and my legs trembled slightly.
He spread my legs wider and disappeared as he went to his knees once again. I cried out when a hot, wet tongue flit over my clitoris. He licked my outer labia, tugged them with his teeth, then lapped up my juices from my now soaked opening. I moaned uncontrollably as he did so.
His tongue returned to my clit and rapidly flicked this swollen bead, making me come. I shivered and shook atop the makeup counter. I couldn't believe my wanton release as I watched myself.
Juices dripped down my thighs. He stood once more and stroked my back as our gazes met in the mirror.
His hand slipped to my ass, which jutted high in the air. "You were a very
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