1. Relaxing Chloe


    Date: 6/7/2016, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Author: edintx99, Source: xHamster

    Relaxing Chloe by edintx99 The house was dark when I drove up. I left the car in the circle drive, unlocked the front door and went inside. Shoes off, I padded down the marble foyer and turned right at the kitchen. She was home! A small floor lamp in corner was on, silhouetting her shape. She didn’t know I was there, just kept making a sandwich on the butcher block counter. I watched, silent. I knew it had been a long couple weeks for Chloe. She had hopped back and forth over five continents in pursuit of the fabrics she used to design her lines of clothes. My weeks had been typical, quiet, secluded. She worked so I could pursue my passion of writing, more a hobby right now and certainly not paying our bills. She was an angel, emotionally and physically. I made love to her form in a glance. She wore red high heels, black stockings, and a tight grey pinstriped skirt. It was just a little too short for normal business standards. Chloe was wearing one of her personally designed and tailored silk jackets: narrowed to accentuate her small waist, form fitting to her full bosom and setting off her wide shoulders. To me, her pinstriped business outfit was even sexier than when she wore nothing but sheer silk lingerie. I’d overheard a business colleague of hers at a party one time calling her, ‘Sex on heels.’ The bulge in my pants told me I definitely agreed. “Chloe?” She literally jumped an inch off the floor in her spiked heels but also pivoted and landed facing me in a standard, ...
    defensive karate position. “Shit!” She was a black belt and fit. I closed the distance while saying, “Honey, geez, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She dropper her scimitar-posed hands to her sides as I caught her shoulders and gave her a little peck of a kiss. She gave me a small smile but her whole frame was tense in my hands. She put her palms on my chest and pushed me away a couple inches, looking up into my face. “Hey, Jack, no problem. Been a long week.” She turned back to making her sandwich. I was left staring at her back, puzzled. “Tough negotiations?’ “Yeah.” She finished her work, took a bite and turned to me, chewing. “Just need to rest.” “Sure, sure.” But I had other ideas. “Hey, eat later, come here.” I took her hand and gave it a tug. She gave me a small smile, resisted but then reluctantly followed me back to the bedroom. A long walk down a polished mahogany floor—left, right and left open doors: media room, guest bedroom, and then master bedroom. I flipped a switch and the bedroom was magically lit with a hundred small scented candles. The bed was carefully made with our best silk sheets. Quiet classical music came over the speaker system. Two dozen roses, a chilled bottle of champagne and a variety of bedroom accessories were spread out on one of the end tables. The big smile. “Ohhh, Jack, it’s beautiful.” The small frown and slumped shoulders. “But I’m just so tired.” I pulled gently on her hand to draw her to me. She complied, facing me and stood on her tip ...
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