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It was early, just after 7 am, when she let herself into the office. She had the entire building to herself, she knew that. No-one would show up on a Saturday, not unless there was a very special reason. Like a very important delivery that needed to be shipped or like the time when they had to implement all the new computers and be ready for work on Monday. But today was very different for a whole other reason!!
She had received a letter, an old-fashioned letter, in an envelope, with a postal stamp on it, hand-written, even her address. Send to her home. Inside the envelope there had been a post card with a kitten on one side and a text on the other, simply telling her to be at work, today, Saturday at 7 am.
It was not a hand-writing she had recognized, but curiosity had, of cause gotten the best of her, and here she was.
She was the grey mouse of the office!
At least in her own opinion. Alexia was 36 and unmarried. The right man had not been there at the right time. She was a slim, almost petite woman with long brown hair, always kept in a bun, and she wore round, golden glasses and never wore much make-up. She always dressed very conservatively, while the other girls wore tight skirts and showed more cleavage than necessary for working in an office.
Yet, Alexia knew that SHE had been chosen for this and yes, she had known from the start that there was some kind of secret game in it, perhaps even something erotic.
Yes, she had been very hesitant, but her curiosity had of cause won. And here she was.
She had just turned the computer on, when she heard the sound of the outer door being unlocked, opened, then closed and locked again. Her heart skipped more than just a single beat.
She opened her browser, because she had to do something.
“No, don´t turn around, Alexia….”
It was a deep voice. Not the voice of a young man. The sound of a more mature guy. That was a plus. She nodded and sat very erect on her chair. The large office was only lit by the single lamp on her desk and the light from her screen. She put both her hands on the desk, in front of the keyboard. She was thinking hard, but she didn´t recognize the voice.
“I knew that you would show up, but are you also ready?”
“Ready for what, sir?” she asked back. Her own voice was hardly recognizable, too.
“I want to take you on a...special tour...But only if you think that you are ready…
She gasped.
“What...kind of tour, sir?”
“I told you, a very special tour...Do you want to go on a very special tour today, Alexia?”
She was not quite sure what this was about to evolve into, but she knew that it was not very likely to be a reoccurring event.
“But...i have so many questions, sir..”
“You can only ask...three!”
She twitched, as he put his hands on her shoulders.
“Will this...special tour involve...having sex?”
“Yes, of cause!”
She had kind of known from the moment she had received the letter, but now she was certain.
“Why...was I...chosen for..this?...i mean, the other girls here are younger, and more sexy..”
“Because..this tour was made especially for you, Alexia..You only have one question left now...”
He was massaging her shoulders gently.
“Well...Do I know you?”
“We have never met...but I know who you are, and I am sure that you know who I am too...”
She knew that it was now she would have to say stop or to proceed. Her eyes were closed behind the glasses. She also knew that she would never be able to say yes to something like this.
“I think you need a firm man...some-one who tells you what to do...and what not to do...”
She gasped loudly. Was she this easy to read, or was this just something that was more common that she thought?
“Stand up, Alexia...”
She nodded, pushed the chair off to the side and stood in front of the desk, her arms down her sides. His hands were holding her elbows now. Not very firmly, but still. She was wearing a black jacket with a white shirt under it plus a black skirt, a little shorter and tighter than she would have used for work. Since it was November she was also wearing brown boots with semi-high heels.
“You will love your new role, I think...”
He leaned down a put a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. She could smell his cologne and a hint of tobacco.
“Take your skirt off, Alexia...”
She lifted her eye-brows, but without opening her eyes. Just like that, telling her to begin undressing!
Both her hands behind her, finding where the buttons were. Undoing 2 of them. Pulling the zipper down. Wiggling as she got out of the skirt. Put it on her chair. She was wearing black g-string and self-suspending, black stockings. Yes, she had been expecting some kind of erotic adventure, but not any thing quite like this.
“Will you have to...tie me up, sir?”
“you are not allowed any more questions, Alexia….Remember, I only gave you three..”
She moaned softly. That was right. She was new to this, she still had so much to learn. The man put his hands on her hips. It was the first time he was touching her skin and it made her twitch, just a little. One hand slowly wandered towards the front. Caressed her, outside the g-string. She sucked on her lip.
“Take them off...”
“Yes, sir”
She did it, before she had time to think twice and (maybe) regret. She felt dizzy. This was the things she sometimes had fantasies about when she was alone; it was not really things that was supposed to actually happen. On an early Saturday morning in November, while the first daylight was beginning to illuminate the suburb outside the office windows.
Her clothes were then removed from her chair, and the man sat down. She could only see a part of his legs; he was wearing ordinary blue jeans. She would somehow have preferred something a bit more up-scale, but she guessed that even executives wore blue jeans on Saturdays. At least sometimes.
“At last...” he said. That should have been her line; she had never been very promiscuous and it had been quite some time since she had been with any-one. Both his hands were on her behind, gentle, but possessive.
“Will you do all...all that is demanded of you, Alexia?”
Again her heart skipped a few beats. This was things that just didn´t happen in real life.
“I am new to this...kind, sir, but I shall try my best, and I will learn from my mistakes...”
She was not really sure where all that came from. Maybe it had been something left from a very vivid dream she had the other night.
“That is the right attitude...That is why we picked you for this..assignment…
He gave her buttock a light slap, that sounded loud. It must have been less than ten minutes since she had let herself into the company.
“Turn around..”
Which she did, looking at the floor. Mostly. She managed to see that the man was wearing some kind of mask, that hid the lower part of his face. He was wearing a black cap, so she couldn´t even see his hair. For a brief moment, it almost got her scarred, then she realized that it was either some-one who she knew but face ( a client or a supplier) or some-one at least semi-famous. She took a deep breath of air. Semi-famous would definitively make it all even better!
“Come closer...let me see your cunt...”
She moved closer. He grabbed her leg, lifted it, and she placed the knee on the table-top.
Her legs was wide apart and his face was almost in front of her pussy. She was regretting that she had not shaving it completely. Leaving just a tiny, well-trimmed tuft had seemed more sophisticated as she had been getting ready for this. She closed her brown eyes, even though it made it a bit harder to keep her balance. His warm hands on both her thighs, pretty high up.
“Such a pretty pussy…
“Thank...you...sir”
She moaned. Fingers were touching her lower lips. Yes, she was wet, had been for a long time. In fact, every time she had been thinking about the letter. The tip of a finger slid up into her.
Finally…
She wanted to pull his face closer, but that wouldn´t really be fitting, not in her current status.
“I know that you are horny right now, but are you ready to go on?...you know, it will probably take some time….”
Alexia moaned much louder. Anything over 20 minutes would be good. Her sex-life had been quite dull recently. Or rather, it had been that way for most of her adult life. That was just the way she functioned.
“You will probably be exhausted when you show up for work on Monday morning…
A testing finger still inside her. If he would begin fucking her right now, she knew that she would come quickly.
“Perhaps I will keep you until early Monday morning...Drop you off here...all your colleagues will wonder why you suddenly looks so...well-fucked...”
She nodded, very, very lightly. She was sure that this was just bragging. Spending a weekend in bed was something people did in their early 20´s and he looked to be well over 40. She folded her hands behind her neck, primarily to get them out of the way; out of HIS way. With a little luck, she could have him inside her in less than a minute…
“You seems very promising…
“Thank you, sir”
Her reply came almost automatic. Too automatic. As if she had just been waiting for this to occur (well, she had, but no need to talk about that).
“But are you sure that it will not be too much?...i mean, the rest of the weekend..?”
No!
Was he playing with her?
Alexia swallowed once.
“I...shall do what is asked of me...Sir” she said softly, but with a calm, clear voice. There, it was out!
She had revealed her darkest fantasies to this stranger.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir!”
There was more firmness in her voice this time. He could NOT stop now!
She was more than half naked, he had her where he wanted her!
“Well, okay, then...”
He removed his hand from between her thighs. Then he actually sniffed at his fingers. That was so kinky, he didn´t even try to hide it!
“Get on your knees now, please..”
“Yes, sir”
Please?
Was she not clear enough?
She sat on the probably dusty hardwood floor, and stretched her head out, eyes closed and hands still behind her head. Then she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Her lips parted just a little and she twitched, when he gently put his hand on her head.
“A little further forward, please..”
The smell of soap. Something warmer than the air in the office…
His soft sigh as the tip of his penis met her lips.
“Yeah, suck it…
She opened her mouth some more, enclosed the head with her red lips. This was it, her transformation was happening, she was finally becoming a slut!
The man closed one of his hands around both of her wrists, holding them very gentle at first.
“You are my whore now, Alexia...”
She could not object to this, her mouth was full of penis. Hard penis. And she did not even know who the penis belonged to. It could be almost any-one!
And she knew that today everything could and would happen. All the stuff she hardly dared to think about, when alone at home. He held her firmer now. Escaping would not be easy, if even possible at all. Finally!
It had been so long since she had sucked a man, and being held this way, completely at his mercy was something she had never actually tried, but both things felt so right at the moment.
“My beautiful whore Alexia...”
She snapped for air as he pushed her back a little, just enough for his cock to get out of his mouth. She looked up at him, but she could not see his eyes, thanks to the shade of the cap.
“Stand up, and turn around...”
A quick nod, as she began to do as he had asked. He rose too, but never let go of her hands. Then he turned her. She could feel his erection poking her buttock.
“Lean over your desk...”
Which she did. And made sure that her feet were far apart and that her legs were straight. She moaned softly. For a fraction of a second she thought that it was his cock, then she realized that it was still poking her buttock. The stranger was fingering her.
He could so easily have taken her, but he just gave her 2 or possibly 3 of his fingers.
“You have not earned the right to be fucked yet, my whore...”
This was the most kinky thing she had ever heard. Her knees felt weak. That was mean!
She also liked it!
Him, not asking any questions, but just taking what he wanted and needed. Him, treating her as if he actually owned her.
She knew that she would come, if this went on for more that a minute or two, maximum!
Fingers slid out of her!!
“Are you mine, Alexia?”
“Yes, I am, sirrrrrrr”
The last almost became a screeching.
A finger.
In the wrong hole!
“I..am, sir” she repeated. Gawd, he was good, so very imaginative!
Not that she really wanted him to do THAT, it was the thought of him being able to do it!
His finger deep into her butt. Then he let go of her wrists. She could heat him going through his pockets.
Cold metal, around her wrists. Chains!
He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck.
“Are you regretting that you accepted..this?”
“No, sir”
Her answer was still calm, in spite of the circumstances. Then there was something cold on her behind. No, not metal!
More like some kind of cream from a jar or a tube. Some sort of lubricant…
“Are you sure, Alexia?”
“Yes, sir!”
But she wasn´t. She was on new ground here. A finger was okay, but she had not really tried more than a finger...there.
No, now there were two fingers…
Outside it was now completely light and she could see raindrops on the windows. Not many meter away, people would start to do their Saturday shopping, while she lay in chains on the table-top of her work-station.
Helpless.
Still two fingers fucking her rear. She could hear customers from the supermarket next door using the company´s parking spots. For a few second she feared that it could be a colleague, then she heard voices of people too old to be her colleagues.
She sucked air in through her teeth. He was doing it!
“Just...relax...”
Easy for him to say. She had been at the office for less than 30 minutes and a stranger was pushing his cock up her poor, untried ass. There was pain, but it was endurable. But very fitting, for a woman with her current status. It was so insane, so perverse!
Alexia liked it. Finally, completely possessed, even if it was just for a limited period of time. Oh, she should have taken this step a long, long time ago!
“You must always...be ready...to be of...service...”
“Yes...sir”
He had started to actually fuck her bum. He had a firm grip on her hips, and he was taking her, slowly. There was all the time he needed. It was so different from what she had know before. Her phone beeped; an in-coming e-mail. With all probability some kind of spam.
“Such a tight little ass...”
She moaned. He was a pervert, a degenerate, and she loved it. In chairs and being fucked in the rear by a stranger!
She knew that if he should start to caress her pussy, she would come almost instantly, but of cause he didn´t do that!
“My lovely slave...” he said softly. In spite of the pain, she smiled a little. This was so wrong, yet it felt so wrong!
He closed the fingers of one hand around her hair, loosening the careful braided bun. It had taken her almost a quarter to make nor so long ago. The cock slipped out of her. Then, back into her rear. Then the same again.
And again.
Each time he penetrated, her forehead became a mace of furrows. Why had she not been brave enough to do something like this much earlier?
The right mixture, both rough and gentle, so demanding and so different and so wonderfully perverse. She had no control, for once. Did not need to think.
“Perhaps...i should only...Fffuck your...ass today...”
His breathing was getting heavier. Could he really be this mean?
She knew, of cause, that he could. His cock slipped out of her, and he probably helped him self the last bit. She felt his cum land on her behind and her back. On her shirt too.
She had received a letter, an old-fashioned letter, in an envelope, with a postal stamp on it, hand-written, even her address. Send to her home. Inside the envelope there had been a post card with a kitten on one side and a text on the other, simply telling her to be at work, today, Saturday at 7 am.
It was not a hand-writing she had recognized, but curiosity had, of cause gotten the best of her, and here she was.
She was the grey mouse of the office!
At least in her own opinion. Alexia was 36 and unmarried. The right man had not been there at the right time. She was a slim, almost petite woman with long brown hair, always kept in a bun, and she wore round, golden glasses and never wore much make-up. She always dressed very conservatively, while the other girls wore tight skirts and showed more cleavage than necessary for working in an office.
Yet, Alexia knew that SHE had been chosen for this and yes, she had known from the start that there was some kind of secret game in it, perhaps even something erotic.
Yes, she had been very hesitant, but her curiosity had of cause won. And here she was.
She had just turned the computer on, when she heard the sound of the outer door being unlocked, opened, then closed and locked again. Her heart skipped more than just a single beat.
She opened her browser, because she had to do something.
“No, don´t turn around, Alexia….”
It was a deep voice. Not the voice of a young man. The sound of a more mature guy. That was a plus. She nodded and sat very erect on her chair. The large office was only lit by the single lamp on her desk and the light from her screen. She put both her hands on the desk, in front of the keyboard. She was thinking hard, but she didn´t recognize the voice.
“I knew that you would show up, but are you also ready?”
“Ready for what, sir?” she asked back. Her own voice was hardly recognizable, too.
“I want to take you on a...special tour...But only if you think that you are ready…
She gasped.
“What...kind of tour, sir?”
“I told you, a very special tour...Do you want to go on a very special tour today, Alexia?”
She was not quite sure what this was about to evolve into, but she knew that it was not very likely to be a reoccurring event.
“But...i have so many questions, sir..”
“You can only ask...three!”
She twitched, as he put his hands on her shoulders.
“Will this...special tour involve...having sex?”
“Yes, of cause!”
She had kind of known from the moment she had received the letter, but now she was certain.
“Why...was I...chosen for..this?...i mean, the other girls here are younger, and more sexy..”
“Because..this tour was made especially for you, Alexia..You only have one question left now...”
He was massaging her shoulders gently.
“Well...Do I know you?”
“We have never met...but I know who you are, and I am sure that you know who I am too...”
She knew that it was now she would have to say stop or to proceed. Her eyes were closed behind the glasses. She also knew that she would never be able to say yes to something like this.
“I think you need a firm man...some-one who tells you what to do...and what not to do...”
She gasped loudly. Was she this easy to read, or was this just something that was more common that she thought?
“Stand up, Alexia...”
She nodded, pushed the chair off to the side and stood in front of the desk, her arms down her sides. His hands were holding her elbows now. Not very firmly, but still. She was wearing a black jacket with a white shirt under it plus a black skirt, a little shorter and tighter than she would have used for work. Since it was November she was also wearing brown boots with semi-high heels.
“You will love your new role, I think...”
He leaned down a put a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. She could smell his cologne and a hint of tobacco.
“Take your skirt off, Alexia...”
She lifted her eye-brows, but without opening her eyes. Just like that, telling her to begin undressing!
Both her hands behind her, finding where the buttons were. Undoing 2 of them. Pulling the zipper down. Wiggling as she got out of the skirt. Put it on her chair. She was wearing black g-string and self-suspending, black stockings. Yes, she had been expecting some kind of erotic adventure, but not any thing quite like this.
“Will you have to...tie me up, sir?”
“you are not allowed any more questions, Alexia….Remember, I only gave you three..”
She moaned softly. That was right. She was new to this, she still had so much to learn. The man put his hands on her hips. It was the first time he was touching her skin and it made her twitch, just a little. One hand slowly wandered towards the front. Caressed her, outside the g-string. She sucked on her lip.
“Take them off...”
“Yes, sir”
She did it, before she had time to think twice and (maybe) regret. She felt dizzy. This was the things she sometimes had fantasies about when she was alone; it was not really things that was supposed to actually happen. On an early Saturday morning in November, while the first daylight was beginning to illuminate the suburb outside the office windows.
Her clothes were then removed from her chair, and the man sat down. She could only see a part of his legs; he was wearing ordinary blue jeans. She would somehow have preferred something a bit more up-scale, but she guessed that even executives wore blue jeans on Saturdays. At least sometimes.
“At last...” he said. That should have been her line; she had never been very promiscuous and it had been quite some time since she had been with any-one. Both his hands were on her behind, gentle, but possessive.
“Will you do all...all that is demanded of you, Alexia?”
Again her heart skipped a few beats. This was things that just didn´t happen in real life.
“I am new to this...kind, sir, but I shall try my best, and I will learn from my mistakes...”
She was not really sure where all that came from. Maybe it had been something left from a very vivid dream she had the other night.
“That is the right attitude...That is why we picked you for this..assignment…
He gave her buttock a light slap, that sounded loud. It must have been less than ten minutes since she had let herself into the company.
“Turn around..”
Which she did, looking at the floor. Mostly. She managed to see that the man was wearing some kind of mask, that hid the lower part of his face. He was wearing a black cap, so she couldn´t even see his hair. For a brief moment, it almost got her scarred, then she realized that it was either some-one who she knew but face ( a client or a supplier) or some-one at least semi-famous. She took a deep breath of air. Semi-famous would definitively make it all even better!
“Come closer...let me see your cunt...”
She moved closer. He grabbed her leg, lifted it, and she placed the knee on the table-top.
Her legs was wide apart and his face was almost in front of her pussy. She was regretting that she had not shaving it completely. Leaving just a tiny, well-trimmed tuft had seemed more sophisticated as she had been getting ready for this. She closed her brown eyes, even though it made it a bit harder to keep her balance. His warm hands on both her thighs, pretty high up.
“Such a pretty pussy…
“Thank...you...sir”
She moaned. Fingers were touching her lower lips. Yes, she was wet, had been for a long time. In fact, every time she had been thinking about the letter. The tip of a finger slid up into her.
Finally…
She wanted to pull his face closer, but that wouldn´t really be fitting, not in her current status.
“I know that you are horny right now, but are you ready to go on?...you know, it will probably take some time….”
Alexia moaned much louder. Anything over 20 minutes would be good. Her sex-life had been quite dull recently. Or rather, it had been that way for most of her adult life. That was just the way she functioned.
“You will probably be exhausted when you show up for work on Monday morning…
A testing finger still inside her. If he would begin fucking her right now, she knew that she would come quickly.
“Perhaps I will keep you until early Monday morning...Drop you off here...all your colleagues will wonder why you suddenly looks so...well-fucked...”
She nodded, very, very lightly. She was sure that this was just bragging. Spending a weekend in bed was something people did in their early 20´s and he looked to be well over 40. She folded her hands behind her neck, primarily to get them out of the way; out of HIS way. With a little luck, she could have him inside her in less than a minute…
“You seems very promising…
“Thank you, sir”
Her reply came almost automatic. Too automatic. As if she had just been waiting for this to occur (well, she had, but no need to talk about that).
“But are you sure that it will not be too much?...i mean, the rest of the weekend..?”
No!
Was he playing with her?
Alexia swallowed once.
“I...shall do what is asked of me...Sir” she said softly, but with a calm, clear voice. There, it was out!
She had revealed her darkest fantasies to this stranger.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir!”
There was more firmness in her voice this time. He could NOT stop now!
She was more than half naked, he had her where he wanted her!
“Well, okay, then...”
He removed his hand from between her thighs. Then he actually sniffed at his fingers. That was so kinky, he didn´t even try to hide it!
“Get on your knees now, please..”
“Yes, sir”
Please?
Was she not clear enough?
She sat on the probably dusty hardwood floor, and stretched her head out, eyes closed and hands still behind her head. Then she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Her lips parted just a little and she twitched, when he gently put his hand on her head.
“A little further forward, please..”
The smell of soap. Something warmer than the air in the office…
His soft sigh as the tip of his penis met her lips.
“Yeah, suck it…
She opened her mouth some more, enclosed the head with her red lips. This was it, her transformation was happening, she was finally becoming a slut!
The man closed one of his hands around both of her wrists, holding them very gentle at first.
“You are my whore now, Alexia...”
She could not object to this, her mouth was full of penis. Hard penis. And she did not even know who the penis belonged to. It could be almost any-one!
And she knew that today everything could and would happen. All the stuff she hardly dared to think about, when alone at home. He held her firmer now. Escaping would not be easy, if even possible at all. Finally!
It had been so long since she had sucked a man, and being held this way, completely at his mercy was something she had never actually tried, but both things felt so right at the moment.
“My beautiful whore Alexia...”
She snapped for air as he pushed her back a little, just enough for his cock to get out of his mouth. She looked up at him, but she could not see his eyes, thanks to the shade of the cap.
“Stand up, and turn around...”
A quick nod, as she began to do as he had asked. He rose too, but never let go of her hands. Then he turned her. She could feel his erection poking her buttock.
“Lean over your desk...”
Which she did. And made sure that her feet were far apart and that her legs were straight. She moaned softly. For a fraction of a second she thought that it was his cock, then she realized that it was still poking her buttock. The stranger was fingering her.
He could so easily have taken her, but he just gave her 2 or possibly 3 of his fingers.
“You have not earned the right to be fucked yet, my whore...”
This was the most kinky thing she had ever heard. Her knees felt weak. That was mean!
She also liked it!
Him, not asking any questions, but just taking what he wanted and needed. Him, treating her as if he actually owned her.
She knew that she would come, if this went on for more that a minute or two, maximum!
Fingers slid out of her!!
“Are you mine, Alexia?”
“Yes, I am, sirrrrrrr”
The last almost became a screeching.
A finger.
In the wrong hole!
“I..am, sir” she repeated. Gawd, he was good, so very imaginative!
Not that she really wanted him to do THAT, it was the thought of him being able to do it!
His finger deep into her butt. Then he let go of her wrists. She could heat him going through his pockets.
Cold metal, around her wrists. Chains!
He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck.
“Are you regretting that you accepted..this?”
“No, sir”
Her answer was still calm, in spite of the circumstances. Then there was something cold on her behind. No, not metal!
More like some kind of cream from a jar or a tube. Some sort of lubricant…
“Are you sure, Alexia?”
“Yes, sir!”
But she wasn´t. She was on new ground here. A finger was okay, but she had not really tried more than a finger...there.
No, now there were two fingers…
Outside it was now completely light and she could see raindrops on the windows. Not many meter away, people would start to do their Saturday shopping, while she lay in chains on the table-top of her work-station.
Helpless.
Still two fingers fucking her rear. She could hear customers from the supermarket next door using the company´s parking spots. For a few second she feared that it could be a colleague, then she heard voices of people too old to be her colleagues.
She sucked air in through her teeth. He was doing it!
“Just...relax...”
Easy for him to say. She had been at the office for less than 30 minutes and a stranger was pushing his cock up her poor, untried ass. There was pain, but it was endurable. But very fitting, for a woman with her current status. It was so insane, so perverse!
Alexia liked it. Finally, completely possessed, even if it was just for a limited period of time. Oh, she should have taken this step a long, long time ago!
“You must always...be ready...to be of...service...”
“Yes...sir”
He had started to actually fuck her bum. He had a firm grip on her hips, and he was taking her, slowly. There was all the time he needed. It was so different from what she had know before. Her phone beeped; an in-coming e-mail. With all probability some kind of spam.
“Such a tight little ass...”
She moaned. He was a pervert, a degenerate, and she loved it. In chairs and being fucked in the rear by a stranger!
She knew that if he should start to caress her pussy, she would come almost instantly, but of cause he didn´t do that!
“My lovely slave...” he said softly. In spite of the pain, she smiled a little. This was so wrong, yet it felt so wrong!
He closed the fingers of one hand around her hair, loosening the careful braided bun. It had taken her almost a quarter to make nor so long ago. The cock slipped out of her. Then, back into her rear. Then the same again.
And again.
Each time he penetrated, her forehead became a mace of furrows. Why had she not been brave enough to do something like this much earlier?
The right mixture, both rough and gentle, so demanding and so different and so wonderfully perverse. She had no control, for once. Did not need to think.
“Perhaps...i should only...Fffuck your...ass today...”
His breathing was getting heavier. Could he really be this mean?
She knew, of cause, that he could. His cock slipped out of her, and he probably helped him self the last bit. She felt his cum land on her behind and her back. On her shirt too.
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