“Who...are...you?” she asked, hardly above a whisper.“Does that really matter right now, Yvette?”One of his hands was climbing up towards her ...hest. The other was just below her navel. Her arms were hanging down her sides, locked between her own body and his arms. Tight, but not so tight that it was scary.“You don´t deserve that information yet, “he said and kissed her neck once more, “Besides, I bet that will give you a kick...being gently possessed by a complete stranger...”Yvette snapped for. Like seriously wtf....so we get back to my place and its the usual i suck her tits an play with her clit till shes nice and went then i get on top an give her some nice strokes for a few mins till she tells me to lay down so she can ride me shes really good at that but after a bit i slipped out an she doesn't care she keeps grinding her pussy on my dick till she comes it feels great but i needed to get back inside her or else i was gonna lose the erection so we switch again an give her slow. She was hot and had a nice body. She stood around 5’7, 160lbs, blonde/brown hair down to her neck, toned legs, thick thighs, thick ass, and brown eyes. Even though she was going to be doing the fucking, my dick was hard as hell listening to her details on how she likes to fuck men doggy style. I let her know what I liked as well. Sex, sloppy blowjobs, milfs, my nipples played with, and my ass licked is what I told her. With how good the conversation was flowing, it was obvious there was a. Even with her wealth, it was the smallest of things that gave her the most pleasure. Holding a child, or being given permission to wear high heels to an event produced genuine happiness. Being told she was going to be taken to a wedding generated a disproportionate amount of gratitude. Now, she wanted to pretend to be my first sexual partner.While it gave me an enormous amount of satisfaction to make her life enjoyable, I was always on alert, fearful that others would misconstrue my motives. I.