With his face so close I can feel his breath, Rusty pulls my shorts down my legs then follows them with my panties. I can almost feel his fingers tracing the edge of them, teasing the elastic of my panties underneath. I trail my fingers up the outsides of his legs and tease the bottom of his boxer briefs, running my fingers up high enough that I can feel the crease where his thighs meet his hips. I think each of us is supposed to watch the other, making sure no one cheats by paying any late-night visits. Obediently, I lift my arms over my head and I wait. It would be a favorite of mine, too. I want him to forsake all else for me, for the want of me, for the love of me.
His face is set in stone and his jaw is clenched. I wanted to show you I could be unguy-like sometimes. Of course I thought first of a sex swing. Cast: , , , , , , , Director: Genres: Production Co: Working Title Films Keywords: , , , , ,. He starts at my feet, taking in my strappy, sexy platforms.
I pause with my fingers tucked just inside his waistband and I look up at him. I give him my most innocent expression and blink wide eyes at him. After a final thoughtless prank, her exasperated father Aidan Quinn ships her off to boarding school in England. I pull it up, letting my hands touch his hard, smooth skin as I go. With speed a striking snake would envy, Rusty bends and throws me over his shoulder. I grin up at him.
I want to break him. I stretch up on my tiptoes to tug his shirt over his head. Poppy is a self-obsessed, incorrigible brat who lives a pampered life in her L. I pause for a few seconds. Carefully, he unbuttons my shorts and then slowly unzips them.
There, Poppy meets her match in a stern headmistress Natasha Richardson and a class full of girls who will not tolerate her selfishness. I throw his shirt to the side and drop to my knees in front of him. I can tell the instant he gets to the ragged hem of my cut-off blue jean shorts. When they do, I feel the warmth of the bright blue orbs and I smile when he stops dead in his tracks. Then he works his way slowly up my legs, making them tingle. Even from this distance, I can tell exactly where they are on my body. Sixteen-year-old Poppy Emma Roberts has everything her unlimited credit cards can buy, and a spoiled attitude to match.
Waits for me to finish. Very slowly, he walks toward me. I hear him growl and I smile as I straighten in front of him. I can feel his thighs against mine. Something I know is worth waiting for. Rusty does to me what no one else in the world can. I squeeze my thighs together to stop the ache that started the instant I saw him.
And I know from experience that it will only get worse. Impulsively, I lean forward and press my lips to it. That alone is why I just smile when he stops in front of me. I hear him moan and his fingers wind into my hair, holding me to him for a few seconds before he tugs my head away. Bringing out my hands, I reach up to grasp the elastic band of his underwear and I tug, carefully freeing his shaft before I drag them down his legs. I feel him shift as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of the jeans now pooled at his feet. His eyes are shooting blue flames at me.
I see him twitch behind the white cotton. The same kind of devotion I have for him. When Rusty gently removes the shirt from my head, I open my eyes again, falling head long into the desire I see in his. It already looks like the perfect night for a naughty tryst, which will make it that much harder not to…indulge. I ignore the pulsing between my legs. I know you put them on with thoughts of me taking them off.
But I figured some prudish old blue-haired woman might have a heart attack when it was unwrapped. There, Poppy meets her match in a stern headmistress and a class full of girls who will not tolerate her selfishness. Finally, he drops to one knee and reaches for my waistband. And my body reacts accordingly. When he steps out of them, I hold onto his thighs as I rise. For him to stalk me until he catches me, to grab me with his hands and hold me down so he can devour me. We drop into single file formation as we trek through the woods.
After a final thoughtless prank, her exasperated father Aidan Quinn ships her off to boarding school in England. His loose gait is like that of a lion, stalking his prey. With glittering eyes, Rusty watches me. She looks at Trick and grins. I run my hands around his waist and slide them down over his butt, pushing down his jeans as I stroke the backs of his thighs, letting my chin graze his belly as I look back up at him.