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A tinge of guilt ran across her face. She looked down at her feet, crushed. Her reverie was quickly smashed, though, as the sound of his amused sniggering cut through, and she realized that he was fucking with her. God FUCKING DAMMIT. She was sure she had him Ball Sucking that time. And now her cheeks were flushing beet red. She could feel the now-familiar heat starting to build between her legs. Her mouth was dry, and she swallowed audibly, as she fidgeted in her chair, all things she knew Jordan would not fail to notice. "Don’t worry, Kayla, I know that in reality you've pretty much written off everyone that you feel like you can control. They're just there to scratch itches for you..." Jordan's voice dimmed almost to a whisper as he leaned closer, "...but probably not itches like the one this conversation has you feeling right now." Her mouth was still dry, and she was starting to feel lightheaded, out of breath. She wanted to lick her lips, but she also didn't want to do anything that would act as evidence that he was right. She just glared at him in silence instead. Jordan didn't move his face away as he continued to look her in the eyes, seeing a positive turmoil of emotions raging in her big, expressive eyes. Those eyes, that if he stared into too long would envelop him in an emerald daze. Almost whispering, Jordan spoke his next question, the words imparting almost reluctantly on his lips. "What...do you want from me, Kayla?" The girl 11 years his junior tried to maintain the facade of anger on her youthful features, but the rosy blush running slowly up the nape of her neck, to her cheeks, and the way her breathing quickened gave him his answer. "Well? Answer the question, Kayla." He sat back on his chair, and gestured, his palm opening in the universal "give-me" sign. They stared at each other for a moment, her eyes afire, his an affected casualness, carefully studying each other's expressions. Then, Kayla averted her eyes, and bit her bottom lip as she spoke, almost too softly for Jordan to hear. Almost. "I want...to see what happens..." she murmured, swallowing nervously as the words caught in her throat. Jordan cocked his head, and a smile played over his face. "Sorry, I missed that. Come over here so i can hear you, young lady, my hearing isn’t as good as it used to be..." he replied, pushing his chair a distance out from the table. small tits Kayla softly moved her hands to the table and lifted herself from her seat, arching her back a little, her soft, heaving breasts on show, struggling to be released. She took two nervous steps forward, hands trembling as she reached out to grab Jordan's shoulders. Not sure what to expect, Jordan's nose was suddenly filled with the scent of the apple conditioner Bald Pussy of her hair, as Kayla delicately climbed onto his lap. She let out a small sigh as she sat back on her haunches, feeling the warmth of his legs through his well-cut black cotton dress pants. She raised her chin, and stared up at him, waiting. Jordan could feel her firm, tanned legs pressing against his upper thighs as the 22 year old lowered herself slowly onto him, holding his shoulders carefully. He could see the hard points of her breasts standing out against all odds, the black lacy bra and the Victorian shirt unable to contain her arousal. She could smell the remnants of orchid scented body wash rising from him - quite pleasant, and less musky than she was expecting. Jordan felt the flowing locks of her hair caressing his face, the scent of fresh apple suddenly an impossibly erotic fragrance as she leaned over to him, whispering conspiratorially in his ear. 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