Her line of cleavage was long and steep enough to fully contain a number#2 pencil with room to spare; the leotard bustier made it seem as though her b...eastacular boobs were primed to go thermonuclear with cantaloupe-sized sex-appeal. The ballet outfit was merely to show off her incredible curvature. It seemed as though this walking wet dream was ... waiting for something.And that something came just moments later. A tired-looking, but well-dressed Rita Potosi entered the bathroom. I gasped. Then without warning, Tom flipped me over on my back without disengaging from me. It was an impressive move that would have made any Olympic wrestler or gymnast proud. Without ever disengaging from my open vagina, Tom was on top of me. In this position, he was punishing my pussy with deep, violent thrusts as I continued to cum. He was literally slapping himself balls deep into me with each brutal thrust. We were well past the point of gentle love making; we were fucking like wild animals. I. She walked behind the panel. Her wooden heels clicked on the floor. I heard the metal chair squeak on the wood floor. I turned to look at Dan and my boss. I walked in front of the panel. I could not see Brenda on the other side. I smiled. I then put my finger down on the panel. There was a big knot hole in the wooden panel. I pushed the round wooden knot. A piece fell on the other side. It hit the leg of the metal chair, Brenda was sitting on. I could see the light coming from the window behind. For a short minute Geert sucks on my cock, swallowing my load silently until I am spent and weary. He laughs and slaps my thigh as he gets up from the bed. I look up at him with confused eyes, but he tells me to take a shower whilst he drinks a beer. I understand what he means and waste little time. I wash myself thoroughly; my fingers trembling with excitement at the thought of being penetrated completely by the same cock which I have just tasted in my mouth. I can hear Geert talking in Dutch.