With my lips kissing your nipples as I feel under your shirt, I raise my big brown eyes to look at you , laughter sparking in my pleading eyes. I know...what you are trying to do. This little game of ours always has a fun end. Some days you win and I can no longer control the cries inside. Some days I win and manage to spray my juice on your cock or tongue with only the silent screams of pleasure from my pussy escaping. My hands go to your hips pushing you back slightly as I slide off the desk. ."She's in there talking like there's somebody else in there talking with her!" a woman was saying.."Nicole's just had a trauma! I would have taken her to the emergency, but the radio was telling us not to unless it was a real emergency!"."Well, Sis, you've got a real emergency now.".Taylor looked at his hand. Automatically, he had reached for the robe that had been hanging on the other side of the bathroom door. And had brought it out with him. .He didn't question how it could have a. Well, it was too much sexual tension. There he was. A solid 15yrs older than me, but by far the sexiest man I’d seen in years. And I wanted him. And there was I….something of a muse to him, I think. A younger woman. Someone who found him worth gawking at. Well, one day, after working out, as fate would have it, I got stuck. It was raining. Not ordinary stuff either. Hail. Thunder. Wind. I stayed indoors, as I hadn’t brought my umbrella and always walked home. Well, there was I waiting outside. He kisses, licks and nibbles a slow spiral across her left breast, feeling her heart speed to a thunderous gallop as his fingertips caress her right, lips and hand reaching the nipple at the same time, fingers and teeth pinching gently but firmly, tugging the full orbs playfully by the most sensitive bits, then letting them slap back down before reversing, his mouth now closing on her right nipple as she grinds her wet, clenching pussy eagerly against his stomach. He wraps his free hand tight.