The reclusive businessman got named "Bachelor of the Year" every year, like clockwork. But magazines usually had to resort to recycling the same old news and the same old photos, since he rarely made public appearances. I didn't know why he'd allowed a small-time journalist like me to interview him, but I was thrilled to get the opportunity. I tried not to let a silly grin spread across my face as I sat down across from him in his luxurious office. Since he had refused to allow me to take any photos, I took him in with my eyes, memorizing every detail. He was tall and fit, with muscular shoulders and a fine, tight ass that his tailored suit showed off to perfection. His sleek black hair and icy blue eyes added to his aura of command and dominance, but his luscious lips suggested that he really was as wild in bed as the gossip claimed. I wondered what it would be like to have those lips kissing mine. I imagined his hot tongue trailing downward, from my belly to my hot pussy. I imagined it flicking between my tender folds, then probing inward...
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