He moved his face closer, enticingly. His hot breath fell on her lips. On her neck. On her face. Oh she was a beauty. The pale skin, accentuated by the black of her lil' red dress. Her lips were inviting. Pouty, full and carefully covered with bright red lipstick. Justin was aroused,. He could feel the reaction in his body to hers. As he pressed up against her, firmly holding her hands to the wall, he moved in.<br/><br/>His movements were deliberate and calculated. He let the tip of his tongue run over her luscious lips. He did not kiss her. Yet. His tongue played with her lips, inviting her to pounce on it. Coaxing the passion out her. His one hand moved slowly over her pussy, spreading her legs. The in a swift movement, he lifted her up by her ass, and pushed her up against the wall, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips, as a result of the motion.<br/><br/>His eyes locked on hers, the deep blue of his mentally undressing her. He had been told his eyes had that effect on women by several of his clients. He used it to his advantage. He then licked her chest and cleavage. His fingers ran over her lips, her neck and her cleavage slowly, progressing to run over her breasts and erect nipples through the thin fabric of her skimpy clothing, as his groin ground against her wet pussy,through her thin thong.<br/><br/>Then, in a sudden motion, in contrast to his cold calculated motion uptil now, Justin ripped her dress at the centre, exposing her breasts and red nipples. He descended on her breasts in what seemed like a fit of lust, his mouth ravaging her breasts, and giving them the attention the craved. His movements fluid, and assured, he moved over her skin with his mouth and tongue, with a professionalism, belying his ability. His immense manhood was straining against the fabric of his pants, thrusting against her cunt, dry humping her.<br/><br/>His mouth moved to her ears once again.<br/><br/>'You are mine tonight,' he whispered, meaning every word.