Her hands went to the waistband of my cut offs. “Are you supposed to be here?” She demanded, somehow looking down her nose at me, despite being almost ten inches shorter than my own six foot two. xxx She turned, completely lost now, and started slamming her tiny fists against my chest and face. She was obviously in a panic. Her hand reached down, grasping my dick, and I thrust into her with one push. Damn, I’m an idiot, but she was going to hurt herself. I wheeled the maintenance cart through the lobby of the darkened office building. Slowly, ever so slowly, I increased my pace and force, until once again, we were fucking like our lives depended on it.
