Your scent was earthy, musky, and intoxicating. I pressed my face to your panty clad pussy, letting out a low moan as I breathed you in. I reached up,...peeling the flimsy garment from your hips, revealing a perfectly trimmed, red-gray triangle of hair perched above your clit. You finished removing your panties, parking them on the bar and pulled my face tight to your cunt. "Eat me," you whispered.My tongue snaked out, drawing a line down one side of your bedewed opening and up the other, all the. ” “You did, she repeated, and you always do and always will.” John raised up and kissed her softly as he cradled her in his arms. When their kiss parted, she said, “wow, it’s so unbelievable that just a half an hour ago another man was laying right here kissing me after he fucked me and now I’m in your arms after fucking you and I don’t have to feel guilty.” “What an afternoon!” “What a man you are to allow me to do this, thank you.”“You are welcome and thank you for sloppy seconds.” They. “Oh, fuck you're a naughty, little slut!” The island creaked from the force of Mark's thrusts, the cabinet doors rattled as my knees were knocking into them. God, I felt so good, so naughty! I loved my Stan, but Mark was making me feel so fucking alive! I knew this wouldn't be the last time I let Mark fuck me. My orgasm was building and building, every thrust of his cock, every slap of his balls on my clit, brought me closer and closer. The shower upstairs shut off. “Oh no,” I gasped as fear. “It would take some time, but…”“You have one hour.” He glanced at his watch then back up at her before scooting his chair back from the desk. He remained seated but indicated his laptop with a wave of his hand, then arched an eyebrow at her as if to say, yes or no, Ms. Fischer?Marcia stared at him in disbelief. A test, obviously… but an impossible one. It had taken her hours—there was no way she could… Unless…A series of patterns formed in her head then superimposed themselves onto her original.