I stood up and unfastened my belt and hooking my fingers into the waistband of my underpants and trousers together, pulled them down to my knees, and ...ent over the desk again. I invited her to have a proper target to aim at. She was obviously very embarrassed and told me to cover myself immediately. My response was to shuffle over to the door with my pants round my ankles and lock it, come back to the desk and ask if I should assume the position over it again. When she seemed lost for words I. I laughed out loud as I knew she'd have as much to lose as I did. But she seemed undeterred and began smacking at me. Funny, dreams always seem so surreal and Mo began smacking me with a ruler like a deranged nun and she wasn't trying to hit me as much as she was trying to hit my cock with it. I still had it in Mandi as I tried to turn my body away from her. That is when I woke up. My cock was so engorged from my sexual dreams it nearly snapped as I rolled on my stomach to avoid Mo's ruler. I. Logan is 6’0, kind of lanky, and cute in a nerdy kind of way. I’m 5’8, red hair, with a fairly large chest. I walked into my apartment to find Logan had come over and made dinner (I had called him earlier to tell him I’d be home late). After a dreadful day, I was finally starting to relax. Upon finishing dinner, I decided to do the dishes. I had just turned on the water when Logan came from behind and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. “You’ve had a long day,” he said “don’t worry about. She was so wonderfully tight. As he pushed his cock further, he could feel her velvet folds clutching his dick. Her warm pussy was so welcoming, he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to thrust but if he did, he was sure he’d cum within a minute inside her hot and wet cunt. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of fucking her, and wanted to make sure she enjoyed as well. Once he reached rock bottom, he withdrew and steadily pushed in again, building up a torturously slow rhythm that had both of them.