I couldn't’t get enough of watching her. She was a good woman to me, we had are problems but she loved me, she was faithful and all ways told me whe... I was being an asshole. Something most people were too scared to do. Her jeans hugged her hips so nicely as she sat in the computer chair, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra under my white wife beater she was wearing. I wanted her, I wanted her right then, I wanted her always. "Let’s fuck" the words falling from my mouth like I was saying pass. I’m sure she could read my thoughts as within seconds of me thinking this, she was straddling me and guiding my throbbing cock into her. Even though she was dripping wet she had to ease it in, gently at fist. Once I was in she arched her back and begun to grind on me. I was so deep inside her it felt like I was hitting the back of her uterus. She lifted one leg, then the next until she was squatting on me. This allowed her to really go for it and bounce up and down on my full length, from tip. She stumbled out of her room, the burning sensation in her knickers still making her wince as she hobbled down the corridor, and the stairs towards the reception. The night man was sitting behind the desk as Sarah approached from the right. He simply smiled enigmatically as she deposited the key on the desk, gave her name and room number and told him she was checking out. Still walking with some difficulty, Sarah walked out through the exit doors, only to discover that she was at the beginning. I definitely know women who agree. So sexy.”Me more than anyone, Tracey thought to herself. He isdriving me crazy. She noticed that her right shoulderstrap was slipping.“Oh definitely. I don’t have problems picking up whitegirls. I only pick up white girls in fact. Not thatthere is much of a choice around here. Do you agreewith them?” He asked as her hand moved down his chest.“With who?” Tracey struggled to follow theconversation. He is my.