Maria Pavlova, Part 9
When I saw him run into our bedroom, I asked him how the interview went:
"So, dear, how did the interview go?"
He looked me all over, his cock sticking straight out in front of him, and he tried to cover himself up with the clothes he was carrying. I could still see that he was very hard, about 9.5 on the scale, and I watched as he stared at my legs in my black fishnet stockings and his eyes focused on my feet in my black open-toed high-heeled shoes.
"Good," he managed to say between breaths. He was panting heavily from running up the stairs.
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