Press play Peter thrust deep between Roxie’s legs one final time before spilling his hot seed. Roxie held her milky breasts hard against the glass and looked down at the snow as she felt the first drips of his semen running down her legs. She collapsed against the glass and turned to face him with her back now feeling the …
Roxie smiled feeling his hard length inside her. Her hands rested on his chest as her red hair swayed with their pace. To her surprise, Peter’s hands found her hips and squeezed. “I need to make you cum.” Her nails dragged along his chest leaving scratch trails in their wake. “You already have,” he said in half-whine, half-gasp. “You have …
Roxie, in the falling snow, stopped and grabbed his coat by the lapel to pull him down to her. She said with that growl again, “Best first date ever.” She then kissed him with a force that would put Wesley and Buttercup to shame. …Roxie awoke as sunlight filtered into the hotel room. Her head rested with her red hair …
Roxie stared across the table into those gentle blue eyes. This had been the oddest date she had been on in a long time. Peter smiled and sipped from his tankard. He had decided on St. George’s Fire, a local pub, for the first date. The place was done up in old oak fixtures and furniture with black iron accents. …
“There is nothing for you here, only death.” Peter watched the screen as Liv Tyler fell against the shoulder of Hugo Weaving on the screen. He loved that voice. Hugo Weaving’s voice…the voice of Agent Smith in The Matrix was likely the one he recalled best. “Well…Mister Anderson…” Those words brought a slight grin as the memories of his youth …
Roxie froze feeling his soft touch. She shifted around to face him and purred her answered, “Yes, you did but…” At Raoul’s insistence, the room was quickly cleared by all equipment and crew. It was just Peter and the woman of his wet dreams, Roxie. Peter had no idea how the hell he got here…nor what the hell to do…he …
“Please,” Peter said holding the door open for the petite blonde. “What? You don’t think I can open the fucking door for myself?” She shoved past him and through. “Chauvinist pig!” “Sorry.” His free hand pushed his black rimmed glasses up on his nose as he looked at the door to figure if the blonde was referring to it or him. …