When he saw I wasn't going to budge he started his charge.Now that he was back to what I'd expected, I started toward him at full speed, slipping past...right at the last and tripping him. He was faster than I'd expected because he was back on his feet before I'd stopped and turned around. He came at me again and as usual he had his arms wide this time.I charged too, but instead of trying to sidestep, I lowered my shoulder and let him have it right in the chest. I didn't wrap him up and drive him. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, to use them as leverage. He pulled his cock out all the way then slammed it back inside. He did it again, this time leaving the head inside my ass, before slamming back in. After this he gripped my shoulders tightly and started roughly pounding my now violated ass, hard, fast, and deep. With every thrust I could feel him pulsing, until eventually he shot his load of warm sticky cum deep inside my bowels. I felt the warmth take my body over as I just. ‘Dad,’ he said, advancing slowly toward his father’s desk. The older man had tossed his suit jacket across the back of a leather chair that cost more than most people made in a month. Damon caught the smell of the cigar his father had been smoking. Cubans, of course. ‘I’m not getting married just so you can make a business deal.’ ‘What the hell kind of thing is that to say?’ his father exploded. Damon shrugged. ‘The honest truth. Beth and I are through.’ Meeting his father’s hard eyes, he. “All these movies are clothing optional for the audience. I’ve already opted for lying here in my bed naked with the laptop next to me, but you can do what you want.”“This would work better if we were both on cell phones so we could put the phones on speaker. Can you arrange that?” he asked.“Of course,” she said. “You hurry up and make your clothing choice and I’ll call you right back on your cell phone.” She hung up before he could respond.His cell phone rang within seconds.“I am so sorry.