I rummaged through my bag until I found my cell phone. I had turned it off when I reached the museum and, naturally, never thought to turn it on again...that night. I flipped it open, you have missed seven calls. I pressed the voice mail button and waited impatiently to be connected. The messages were what I expected. My mind was racing. What the hell do I say? Luckily, the answer came to me quickly. I pressed a speed dial button. ‘Hi, it’s me… Yes, yes, I’m fine. Well, actually, I’m not. I’m so. When I pulled her g-string to the side, I firmly grabbed her tight ass, and I slipped my cock between her legs and against the wet lips of her pussy."Should I fuck my dirty little whore?" I whispered. I was teasing her."Yes. Fuck me," she replied in a manner that clearly communicated her desire."Please?" I corrected her."Fuck me please," she begged.I slid my cock in and pulled her hips to me. She was tighter than I expected, but her pussy was so wet that I had no trouble pushing it in.If. ” I beg him. He starts fingering me hard. His thumb is hitting my clit repeatedly. He starts spanking me harder and harder on my ass but I don’t care it feels incredible. “OH fuck oh god I’m cumming” I cry out as my orgasm flows through every inch of my body. I lay on his desk lifeless afterwards trying to regain my composure. “We are not don’t yet. Spread your legs so I can fuck you.” he tells me. I do as he says. Although my legs are a little wobbly I am starting to feel the pain in my ass. The sight of his young hot sperm on my hairy pubis and flowing out my vagina evidently excited him. He began excitedly touch with his two fingers my labia stained with his sperm messing with it his fingers. He snuggled at my magnificent breasts and again began to suck and lick my nipples with the tip of his tongue, to rub my breasts nipples with the head of his still wet cock.At last he allowed me, now his own bitch, get up. I got dressed and put in order my hair. Misha also got dressed. He.