"Emma waited for forty minutes in the elegant flat above her garage that was tasteful in every respect and which had a wet bar for her clients. The po...cine Evans did not show, and the woman was pleased, although she regretted the loss of $250. She was also a little irked, as she was whenever a client dropped her. She was somewhat pretty, although she always worried about her smallish breasts. And all the men believed her claim to be just twenty six. Why would the fat man not return, she. Yes, like that, fucking bitch.”I didn’t have time to let him blow me like a nun, so I used my grip on his head to make the back and forth movement. He was looking at me with his imploring eyes. I leaned my head to the side, to check if at least he was enjoying being roughed up. His cock is hard, he moves his head by himself, everything’s okay, a perfect little bitch.I leaned back in my seat, letting him do his thing. He took my cock in one of his hand and caressed my balls with the other. They. "No nooo," he whispers and he pulls away.Ouch! His wet hand smacks my sunkissed ass and he digs his nails into my cheeks. I feel him run himself along my aching soft folds before he slides his cock straight into my hot dripping slit.Fucking hell he has girth, I mewl like a cat and drive back into him clawing at the sand. He stretches me open with a couple of slow soft thrusts before building momentum and driving his hips into my behind.Taking a handful of my hair he starts growling in a low. And neither was she likely to shy away from a dirty conversation. In fact, more times than most, she was the one in the middle of nearly every filthy chat in the office. And now, with a few shots down, she seemed to be in her element changing up our gloomly conversation into something depraved, dotted with filthy sex jokes and even filthier girl talk. Peter and I were loving it as they went on about their most intimate details. The alcohol seemed to ease their demeanor in front of Peter and I..