So it'd been years since she'd even been around a man like him. Strong, manly, no fakery, no hesitation. You know, one of those guys that enter a room and everyone is suddenly aware of him. The wanna-be "masters", the braggarts, the fakers just go quiet and the women! OMG. One look from him and they turn to jelly inside. You can literally see their knees tremble and that shiver go down their spine. Yeah, it had been years -- if ever to be honest -- that she'd felt herself get wet -- sopping -- from just a man like that's presence. And the way he looked at her, she could tell he liked her right off. No b.s., no pretending, just his direct honest "look" right into her eyes like he'd known who she was since forever; known what she wanted, needed. Her shoulders trembled when he walked over to her. He didn't even need to say anything she would have dropped to her knees and just taken his cock in her hands, put it in her mouth, and begun worshipping. All he had to do was let her do it. But she also knew he wouldn't..not now, not right away. He might later, when they were alone...put his hand on her face and smile...and let her worship that cock that she suddenly wanted more than anything in her life. Yeah, it was like that...
