I didn’t know that spring would bring me close to him. Like a victim to the web, I let him crawl to me. Right when things seem okay, I gave him a wink then casually walked away. He stood there wrapped in my seduction, pleading with me to be free. I wanted so badly for him to explore once again in deep swollen parts. Yet I ache for his touch, I couldn’t let him right back in so I left his dick dangling. He was not happy and his craving for me became an addiction unforeseen. My wealth saturated his old ways of seduction which did not farewell. Standing, still pleading he remembered soft nipples in his mouth and wet pussy upon thirsty lips. Then as my decision weighed heavily, I turned away never wanting him again.