George pulled up to Alena's house, his heart racing in his chest. He had been anticipating this moment for weeks, ever since she had extended the invitation. As he stepped out of the car, he couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight glinted off of her skin, making her curves glisten with a sheen of oil.
Alena took George's hand and led him into the living room, her full hips swaying with each step. George couldn't help but stare at the way her body moved, the way her ample assets bounced with each step. He felt his breath catch in his throat as she turned to him with a smirk.
"Like what you see, Georgie?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
George stammered out a response, trying to play it cool. "Y-yes, of course. You look...amazing."
Alena laughed, a sound that sent shivers down George's spine. "You don't have to be shy, Georgie. I invited you here for a reason."
She sat down on the couch, pulling George down next to her. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his body was coiled tight with anticipation. Alena ran her hand over his thigh, feeling the way he jumped beneath her touch.
She leaned in close to him, her breath hot on his neck. George felt a shiver run down his spine as her hand began to wander.
"You're so tense, Georgie," she whispered in his ear, her voice soft and seductive. "Let me help you relax."
George nodded, unable to speak. He watched as Alena began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers deft and quick. She revealed his chest, her eyes dark with desire. George felt his heart race as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his chest, her tongue tracing a path down to his navel.
He knew that he was in for a warm welcome like he had never experienced before.
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