She held my gaze for a long moment. Then her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. She slid off the counter and got onto her hands and knees.

The anticipation was a live wire in my veins. Her breasts swayed heavily with each movement. The red curls between her thighs were a tantalizing glimpse with every forward motion. She moved with a feline grace that was all for show, but it was working.

By the time she reached the edge of the rug in front of me, I was already stroking myself for some ...