She used to come to my home to chat with my mom, as she loved cooking she wanted to exchange recipes with her. Due to that, we started to talk to each...other. Slowly we both become closer.I used to go to her home whenever I feel bored or when she calls me to have a chat or to help her out on odd jobs. One day while serving juice, I saw her sexy cleavage. I was mesmerized to see how smooth her skin was. I wasn’t able to resist myself.Later, I returned home. I wasn’t able to forget her cleavage. At her soft moan, he couldn’t help but lift himself up to take one of them into his mouth, slightly scraping his teeth against the sensitive bud. He smoothed a hand down her back, tracing the soft curve of her spine to the waistband of her jeans and then round the front as he popped the button out of the hole. He released her nipples long enough to roughly tug her jeans down her slender legs and throw them onto the floor – he’d wanted this for so long, he couldn’t wait anymore. As she came to. How can I refuse? Taking the laptop and placing it on the pillow behind your head. Still smiling, you slide your long athletic torso beneath me, positioning yourself exactly where you want you to be. All the while watching me as I place a leg on either side of your chin. Tilting just a little, your smile broadens knowing I want to please you by allowing further access to my secret garden. Immediately, you deploy some maneuvers of your own to seal this liquid contract. ‘Honey….pleaseeee!’ I. Corset tight, knees bent, I stretch, I reach, I suckAll the air remaining to me while mimicking the fuckI had with my Eric, hundreds of them and more,In skin tight black latex, his slut, his nymph, Faith No More.As I collapse from effort, as my life begins to sag,I bundle myself up quickly in a thick rubber bag.Barely able to move, the bondage all latex,I squeeze deep inside, my lust and life at apex.Last foot in, the rubber bag closes; its sometime after four,It marks the last I see the world.