“Oh, sure. One strap of her dress fell down to her shoulder, while the other struggled to keep the woman contained. xxx18 I hope that that is ok,” she said, handing me a green bottle and sitting on the couch next to me. Strings of half-formed words exited her mouth, and they only got less coherent when I picked up speed and fucked her faster. Can I get you something?”
“Oh, maybe a water, I guess. Is that ok?”
“Sure,” I told him, just wanting to escape and grab anything that could cover my tits. My husband probably called you.”
“He had work planned,” I thought to myself. “It’s been a while.”
He did as he was told. Inches upon inches pushed me open in a matter of seconds. “Um, he may not be back for another few minutes.
