Oh, how she imagined that
very same tongue deep in her bottom. Indian sex He
reached for the crotch and ripped them
apart. And, it
was here. She felt a few of his
fingers exploring deep inside her,
sending waves of ecstasy down her
entire body. He entered her office and she had told
him to close the door. He reached around and took one of her
hands and made her insert her fingers
inside her swollen pussy. He pumped relentlessly inside
her while she continued to diligently finger her tight, sweltering cunt. She could feel the warm sweat from her soft skin
run down the middle of her chest,
glistening in the warm glow of
moonlight that was coming in from the
window. She wanted him to explore her depths
fiercely, passionately. She was
the boss, the one who had all the
control. He took her gently by the head and picked her up off her knees. How many nights had she vividly fantasized about this very night? She could feel him slightly
tear her, and it provoked him even
more. It was late. He couldn’t
bear the thought of his cock not
exploring her pussy, or her tight, hot
ass. He wanted to make her happy, wanted
to prove he was worthy to be in her
presence. How many nights had she vividly fantasized about this very night?
