She felt vulnerable, she felt scared as his actions became more urgent. She tried to push him away so she could breathe, but he pushed her back her ag...inst the wall not letting her escape. Still her arms were held tightly, still he was kissing, licking, now biting her neck. Her eyes closed as he fulfilled his desires hoping he would not hurt her…too much. Then he let her go and stood back, his breathing coming in gasps as was hers. He looked at her again her clothing now crumpled under his. “Fuuuuuuuuuck randy FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!” She latched onto my arms and dug her nails into my skin as her pussy spasmed around my cock for what seemed like five minutes. The whole time I was building up to my own orgasm, but slowly, until Rita's pussy sped up the process for me. I gritted my teeth and was prepared to blow my load inside her until she said not to as best as she could after just having an extreme orgasm. “No, n-not inside me, cum on m-my body, c-cum all over my. Dirk told her he usually hired someone to do that, but she insisted. It didn’t even need mowing that bad, but Dirk said nothing further. Kara got up from the table and made as if to go out. She was still dressed as she had been for breakfast. Dirk guessed the reason behind her desire to mow the lawn. To her co-workers, Kara was just another straight-laced attorney who worked for a conservative law firm. But when she was away from the office, she was a different person. Kara was justifiably. Curtains were drawn, it was gloomy in the flat, the only light from a bedside lamp with a low watt bulb. It was cleanish enough anyway. Disconcertingly the far wall next to the bed was painted a fluorescent pink with a ‘Hello Kitty’ mural daubed upon it crudely and competently, giving it an unsettling creepypasta vibe. And here he was, a bovine dullard in the copious flesh. John felt momentarily disoriented, thinking for a moment there was a glitch in his simulation, that everything would.