ZURICH
I barely held myself back from bending her over the counter and s***k her tight perky arse wrapped up in those jean shorts. Today she wore a black crop top with shorts and calf length boots, and all I could think about was how sexy her legs looked. And how much better they will look wrapped around my waist or better yet around my head. Despite my trying very fûcking hard to ignore what a beautiful woman she was, I really couldn’t when I have to watch her all the fûcking time. And I might be able to ignore that physical attraction but when she tests my limits all I want to do is to take her against the wall and fûck some sense into her.
I raked my fingers through my hair, controlling the urge to go back inside the washroom and give her a lesson in manners. The running footsteps co
