His boots are worn from use and the black leather shows scuff marks from his work.All in all, you're in shock. There is not a detestable scar running ...cross his face. No rolling jiggling gut or any other marking of a disturbing man who would take a woman against her will in an alley. No, this man would have been equally successful in a bar buying a lady a drink. He wasn't average looking, but was actually quite attractive."Well, I'm waiting. What are you going to show me?" he asks a he begins. For a moment he thought she felt like someone else he had known, but that was unfair, she was Sarah, and this was now, and it would never be exactly like this again. She paused near the top and played with the head of his cock, pushing herself onto it and feeling the head flare and fill her, then withdrawing again. Warm tingling heat filled her belly again. She sank down onto him again and leaned forward, grinding herself against him. He responded, moving his hips in a figure eight motion. He. We took the messages down, but I stepped away from the desk when you came in, and, well, I do apologize.” He handed me a small sheaf of pink notes. I glanced through them.“It’s all right. Nothing critical. Thank you.”“You’re quite welcome, sir. Enjoy your evening.”I took Marilyn by the arm and led her towards the restaurant. Once we were seated, Marilyn asked, “So, what were the messages?”I simply handed them to her. They were in time order. The first four were from my mother, starting at a. But, I couldn't go slow for long and soon we'd begun to pick up the pace, the strokes becoming shorter but each one came harder and faster then the last. I grabbed her legs and pulled them up by her ears, letting me drive in deeper with each thrust. Her pussy was getting soaked again as the length of me drove in and out of her tight hole. We were both moaning uncontrollably, our heads back, mouths open."Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkk!!! Your pussy feels so fucking good," I moaned into her.