<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"If that's what you want, sure why not? I think I will start with some appetizers though..." </span>Carlos said. Lea failed to realize that Carlos was not speaking of actual food and so was taken by surprise when his arms wrapped around her, his hands finding her breasts. His body was pressed against her back and she could feel his bulge in his pants pressed against her. She gave a small gasp as his lips found her neck, trailing up to her earlobe and nibbling on it.<br/><br/>She was already panting when Carlos spread her legs apart much like how they had to do when searching criminals. Her hands found the closet, palms flat against the surface as one of Carlos' hands disappeared under her shirt, the other gliding into her pants.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Now, what kind of appetizer do you offer, honey?"</span>Carlos asked her huskily. She dropped her head forward some, whimpering as Carlos kneaded her breast gently, occasionally pinching her nipple between his fingers. His other hand cupped her, one finger sliding between her folds and rubbing softly back and forth.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"A..anything you want..." </span>she managed to gasp out, her center already wet and ready. She brought one hand from the door and put it over Carlos' hand, the shirt the only thing between them. She pressed against him, grinding her butt slightly against him in impatience, wanting nothing but for Carlos to fuck her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Please Carlos...anything you want. Tell me and I'll make it for you..."</span>she said, her breath hitching suddenly as Carlos slipped a single finger inside her. It felt incredibly good, but she wanted more than that. She pulled away from him, despite how much she was enjoying his touch. Her arms went around his shoulders, her lips finding his easily, her tongue sliding across the seam of his lips and he opened them enough for her to find his tongue with her own. A hand left his shoulder to cup his bulge outside of his pants, rubbing him gently yet firmly.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"So what is it you would like," </span>she said as their mouths separated and she looked up to him from beneath her lashes