I held Marina still with my muscular thighs, pinning her beneath me, as I forced her arms over her head, " Please!" Marina begs, her pleading cries ec...oing, bouncing about the room. " Shhhh..." I kiss her gently but deeply, muffling her cries for the moment. I press her still with the weight of my massive chest, I feel like a boulder, solid and threatening, heavy and immovable. She feels stifled, unable to take a breath beneath my chest, while her cunt is wetting even more at the feel of my. Their passion echoed around us. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. I pumped away hard and fast. I buried my dick to the hilt in her asshole. I reamed her hard, fast, the pleasure surging through me. My ovaries brimmed with another load of cum. I couldn't believe I had more. The Viagra kept my dick hard as I hammered froward. My breasts jiggled against her back, loving the feel of her silky skin caressing me as she shuddered.“Oh, yes, yes, that's it!” she moaned. “I'm going to. Took off my seat belt...I looked right at him, but said nothing. He looked right back at me, still smirking. I thought ,I'll wipe that smirk off your face. I leaned over and felt the front of his pants. This is were things really got interesting. He was mostly hard... and he had a nice sized cock. A little bigger than mine, I dare say. I looked at him again. He had been looking down too, and I got the feeling he was a little bit, hesitantly, into this. His face was no longer grinning, but a. The box full of accumulated desk crap sat by the door to my private office. Meanwhile I sat at the now immaculate desk returning the last few emails in my inbox with semi-polite variations on “fuck off, it’s not my problem anymore!” The phone rang. I rolled my eyes. I was going to be out the door for the last time in half an hour; what could anyone possibly want? “Mr Sanders, there’s a young lady in reception for you,” the receptionist said. I smiled. “Hmm, what’s she wearing?” I asked. “Excuse.