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Happy Valentine's Day!

Settled in to watch the ballgame, James reclines in his favorite chair, TV remote in hand while he sips on a seven and seven. As far as he knows, he has the house to himself, Ann having taken the boys out shopping and Kim away on some super secret spy mission. The first inning passes into the second, but something nagging in the back of his mind keeps him distracted from the game.

He's forgotten something...something significant. But what?

A pop fly into center field and James snaps back to the game, watching as the fielder sprints toward the warning track...right up until a sound behind him grabs his attention.  The click, click, click of high heels on tile...James looks around the wing of his high-back chair to see Kim striding through the kitchen doorway and into the living room.

Runway walking, eyes fixed on James's, it's obvious she isn't wearing anything beneath her sheer bathrobe...and then she proves it, opening the garment wide with a purely lecherous smile. A few more steps and the robe slips from her shoulder and glides to the floor. Round the side of the chair, Kim lifts her leg, stepping over and straddling James's outstretched legs.

Bending down, a knee on either side of his thighs, Kim shuffles onto the chair. With a hand on his shoulder, Kim lowers her hips, her already dripping labia brushing against the bulge in his slacks...her other fiddling to undo the greying man's belt. The belt is undone, the pants are unbuttoned, and Kim zips down his fly with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

It suddenly dawns on him as what he's forgotten...and it's not his having gone commando today.

James: Oh, sweetie. I'm soo sorry...  I forgot to get you something for Valentine's Day.

Giving him a less than subtle bite of her lower lip, Kim's fingertips loosen James's tie...and then promptly rips open the front of his shirt, its buttons clattering across a nearby side table. With a little squirm and a roll of her hips, Kim bats her eyelashes, nestling the center of James's ever-stiffening shaft between her puffy labia. A slow glance downward, eyeing the sizeable length of rod protruding in front of her, the redhead's eyes return to his, giving James a little wink.

Kim: No you didn't.

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Original Art by Rage Grenade

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2