“What’s this,” he asked innocently.“It’s my BOB,” she replied trying to snatch it from his hand. “BOB?” he asked quizzically.“Yes. M... battery-operated buddy. BOB. Give it to me, please,” she explained.. Paul decided to have some more fun with her discomfort. “I guess this means I haven’t been meeting your expectations,” he said with sadness.“Not at all,” she replied quickly. “I bought that many years ago when I was still married but my husband and I weren’t having sex anymore. Since I met you,. You crave my touch in your needy centre to stack another climax on top of the gradually decaying first.Facing your snatch, I edge closer until you can feel my breath permeating the wet fabric. With the burst of the fucking behind us, and hours ahead of us, I can take my time. And I fully intend to.I let the heat of my mouth play across your panties, your hips writhing to try and steal the touch that I keep maddeningly out of reach. Only when I'm good and ready, I lower my face to your knickers. I feel him slide down, and his long penis slowly slides down my stomach, leaving a thin trail of precum. Slowly and surely he drags himself down. He’s teasing me. That bastard.Finally, he lines his head up with my soaking hole. He pulls his finger out of my mouth and puts it on the bed by my head. As I lie on my back, him over top of me, he starts pushing against me.I feel his bulbous cock-head press against my tight, wet lips, and start trying to enter. As he presses his huge head against me I. Passionate. He was in the story now. He was living out whatever perverted fantasy he had conjured up on the page. A low deep growl started in his throat. The story was coming to an end. She sucked him deep and fucked herself faster.At last he banged on the keys; six hard letters and she knew: THE END had come. She sucked and fucked and performed for him, trying so hard to please him. He growled and pulled back from the desk, his cock popping out of her mouth with an audible noise. He was.