Reading: "Satran Kaevon" (A.Glass 2017)

 

"Say it..." Ainslee says, as she places her empty glass back down onto the table.

"Not only are you beautiful, but also intelligent."

She leans forward smiling, shifting herself slightly to the left of the table, uncrossing her legs. The Professor holds his gaze as looks between Ainslee's legs, the dark shadow of what is covered by her mini skirt, only visible is the flash of her parted inner thighs. Ainslee repositions her self, sitting up right.

"Thank you," she replies, smiling as the waiter approaches their table.

"More wine?" Professor Miller asks, as the waiter prepares to take their order

"Yes, French champagne," Ainslee replies smiling, with her legs crossed, she squeezes her thighs together.

The waiter acknowledges as he takes the order, walking back towards the kitchen area.

"The other flash-point is the Middle East. The superpowers are using two countries that hate each for a strategic footing..." Ainslee with her left hand picks up an olive from a little dish of selected olives, she then places it between her lips whilst looking at Professor Miller. "...Saudi Arabia and Iran. Both countries don't give a shit about trade other than oil and military spending. If we mess with Iran. Russia and China will come down hard. They mess with Saudi Arabia, we'll do the same..." Ainslee chews down on the pitted olive. "...Put it this way, two countries used by the superpowers run by fundamentalist Islamic governments that believe in the end of days."

The waiter returns, placing the glasses of red and sparkling wine onto the table.

Professor Miller lifts his glass of red wine. "Sobering." He then notices that his erection has decreased, trying to tamp down the thoughts of how much he would like to fuck Ainslee. Which is becoming increasingly difficult as her lust for him is equally apparent.

Ainslee lifts her glass of champagne. "I hope not..." she says smiling, feeling that unmistakable tingling sensation around her clitoris at the same time she feels a seeping wetness. She continues squeezing her thighs together, which maintains a delicious throb between her legs. Looking at the man in front of her, Ainslee's eyes hold the expression of arousal, without any need to rely on her amour propre. She is now at that point of sexual desire and its intensity for release has taken precedence. She feels her deep pulsating desire to suck on his cock and have him fuck her hard. Sipping from the glass she then places it back down onto the table.

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"SATRAN KAEVON "  (A.Glass 2017)