I was surprised at the subtle eroticism of the recording he'd chosen. I suppose I'd expected something crude and vulgar from a younger lover, ev...n if he was my own son. I should have known by now that Matt was a man of exquisite good taste. He took me in his arms and danced with me, waltzing me around his hardwood floor. I kept hunching my hips forward, eager to feel the hard lump in his trousers rub deliciously against my burning pussy. Despite his obvious desire for. ..she pushed her wide hips back hard against him and felt, for the first time, his cock, heavy and eager against his trousers. Seven floors. His lips were at the nape of her neck just as his fingers found her soft wanting cervix and she felt herself tightening, the unexpected influx of sensation working to push her over the edge.Five floors. She bent over just enough to put her purse on the floor, the wet sound of her grabbing pussy covered by the small talk of coworkers.Three floors. She. So basically I sit in the corner shoving my face with donuts and when my boss Mr. Penisface (yes that's his real name, but he gets mad if you make fun fo it). yella at me i press a button and the hot molten plastic pours into the moulds and forms buttons. Easy enough, right?I also own a car. It's a Toyota Camry and it's blue. It looks pretty inconspicuous. I also have a Canon Powershot g9 camera which I purchased at my local photography shop for 400 dollars, which is equal to about 250 British. This monster god throated me in a brutal assault. I had to close my eyes. Things just moved too fast not to make me sick. The force he used humiliated and thrilled me.The first stream exploded when his cock had drawn back. The chunky spooge blasted across the roof of my mouth, a viscous glob struck my uvula. More streams filled my mouth before he shoved my head down and his cock disgorged the heavy glop down my throat.“Good girl,” he said. Yanking me off his cock, he tossed me, like a used.