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Is this the real life, or is this just fantasy?

Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Celebrities, First Time, Author: MackenzieRose, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

for him to be tickling me. I roll my eyes as I shove the phone in my bra. ‘I might have to kill you if you continue to tickle me.’ Mocking me, Blaine jumps back and throws his hands up in the air. “Ooo… Feisty” Blaine and I hang behind until everybody clears the set to lock up the studio. After everybody has cleared out of the studio and I make one more sweep of the place, I walk out of the backdoor of the studio and turn around to lock it as Blaine heads towards the exit of the dark studio. “I’ll pull it around front so you don’t have to walk a long ways, Mac.” He opens the door and walks out into the nearly deserted parking lot, turning back only long enough to give me half a smile. Although I am tired and ready to get out of here, I feel my heart flutter a bit as I hear him say those words in that sexy British accent. ‘That’s very thoughtful of you, B. Thanks.’ I sit down on the steps, and start to unstrap my high-heeled shoes as I notice the bright headlights flooding my eyes with light. I glance up, get up off the steps, grab my shoes, and walk down the stairs as he pulls up to the back door of the studio. I open up the door to his car and throw my shoes onto the floorboards of his front seat as I look in the car. I smile at Blaine as he stares at my shoes on the floor and looks at me. He shakes his head at me and chuckles. “Why did you take your shoes off, Mac? Can’t even wait till we get to my house to get undressed?” I glance up at him just long enough to notice him ... staring at my breasts as I bend over. I glance away from him, pull my shirt up and shrug as I crawl into his car. ‘Oh, it’s just a habit.’ I put my seatbelt on and prop my feet up on his dashboard and look over at him. “So, you always take your shoes off when you get in the car?” I look up at my bare feet and pause for a second as I take my feet of the dash. ‘Yeah.’ Judging by the way he’s starting to look at me, I think he can sense the shame in my voice. I look over at him as I take in a deep breath and begin to elaborate. ‘Desi (my ex husband) always made me take my shoes off when I got in the car so I wouldn’t fuck up his interior. Sometimes I wonder if he cared more about that car then he cared about me.’ I let an uncomfortable laugh out as I look back down at my feet. Blaine says nothing, just leans his head back, as if understanding why it turned out the way it did between Desi and I. After a few seconds of silence, Blaine cocks his head to the side, looking over at me. “Sounds like a keeper.” He looks back in front of him, and rolls his eyes as he throws the car into drive and we take off down the road of no return. As we approach the first red light, I notice Blaine’s head starting to bob back and forth, as if trying to keep from nodding off. Blaine shakes his head and reaches for the radio dial. Noticing how masculine his fingers are as he turns the knob on the radio, I jolt out of my seat when the sound comes through the speakers full blast and the person belting ...