I rubbed my hardening cock through my jeans, keeping my eyes on her so that if she turned around, I'd hopefully have time to move my hands.She didn't ...urn, though. She shifted her weight to her other leg and leaned on the table holding the computer. My heart began to hammer. I knew chances like this don't come often, so I threw a long look behind me before I slid my finger onto my zipper and slowly worked it down.I could see she was using the catalog computer to chat with some friends on. She blushed up a nice rosy hue as she mentioned the faux pas.Roy blew off the event, stating that he wished he’d been able to keep the picture and have it blown up to the size of a wall mural for his condominium. “It was one of the sexiest and most impressive pieces of art I’ve ever seen. One of my hopes from this evening is that you’ll resend the photograph to me and allow me to do just that.”“You want me to be a pin-up model for you?” Alice crooned in an awed tone. She gave a little smile to. Now the sex was blah. OK, so it wasn't twice a day any more, but still. Every few days, he would snuggle his lap up against my butt and I would feel the blood throbbing in his powerful penis. His hands would pinch my nipples, not hard, but he no longer feathered them. A few kisses later, he would roll me onto my back; my legs would spread to receive him. I had to produce my own lubrication, since he didn't bother to get me hot any more. The feel of him inside me was still exquisite, the muscles. Only then she felt she was soaking wet. He smeared her pussy-slime over his dick, and then pushed at her ass opening. She was stretched from the previous fucking, and the butt plug, but still, it was quite an effort to push the monster in.She grabbed the toilet with both hands, closed her eyes, and pushed back onto the enormous cock invading her tiny anus. She could feel that her skin was on the verge of being torn apart. She could barely feel her sphincter. She just felt being stretched, and.