I leaned forward, kissing him with more intensity and placing both hands behind his head, pulling him towards me. I wanted him now more than ever befo...e. He ran his tongue over my lips, drinking in my kiss with fervency and passion. His mouth tasted so sweet, sweeter than I ever imagined. It was beautiful, magical. I felt my chest rise and fall with urgency under my v-neck white shirt. I was aching to be touched. I think he knew. He grabbed either side of my thighs and pulled me towards him,. You start sucking on all fours and licking, wanting to please him so deeply.You do as you are told, following his instructions word for word, trying to take it as deep as possible, speeding up or slowing down.After a short time he uses your hair to control the depth and speed again, as previously in your office.You do not realise what is also happening behind you, due to your focus being on the action in your mouth by the older man and your very restricted view of his crotch area. That is until. His fingers reached the top of my leg, passed over my sex, landed just above my pubic bone, massaged the muscles there. My clit, wet and throbbing, swirled in its hood. Juice dripped from me. I wanted those fingers between my legs.I should say: "Sorry son, we need to end the massage."And if he asked me why, I would just tell him the truth: "There's nothing wrong dear, in fact it's wonderful, beyond wonderful. That's the problem. You turn me on, your hands turn me on. Your stepmom's a pervert,. She laid back on the desk, and he tore the tiny strap of her thong. Lindsey loved the feeling of the cool air of her hot cunt. She spread her pussy for him, playing with herself as he stroked his cock right in front of her. “We shouldn't do this, Lindsey,” Mr. Wright said. “Shut the hell up and fuck me!” Just as he was about to guide himself into her, the door knob shook. They began dressing hurriedly when they heard keys jangle. By the time the door opened, they were dressed. The janitor swept.