""if it were a gun problem or a Christian problem, it'd be chaos in the US. It's not.""
Behind the glass at a desk was a fairly old secretary filing her nails through her bi-focals. "I want you to fuck me" she said as she reached behind and grabbed a condom from her shirt pocket, tore the package open and moved my cock from her mouth into the latex piece.
How had he been so lucky to have found this great apartment and get to have sex with the hot homeowner. Mistress didn't like men, but from my own experiences, I couldn't really say that I blamed her for that; due to the way that many of them had brutalized me for their own enjoyment, I didn't really like them either.
Some of them were better than others, but by and large, not much was to be gained from doing it. She gave me a long hug and said, "See you later" About five-o-clock, I got a text message.
he was still fucking her hard as her orgasm ended and now she was begging him to cum - her asshole now too sensitive to bear. I woke the next morning with thoughts of Laura already running through my head. First she circled around his hole then lightly started to jab her tongue in the hole.
He moaned with pleasure as she continued to fondle my cock while sucking him to the hilt.