I don’t know how much time before my phone buzzed again. I picked it up and looked at Holly’s name again. Who else would it have been, anyways?Goo... boy. ;)Attached to the text were three pictures of Holly, face and all, not an inch of clothes on her body. Interestingly, in all three pictures, she wasn’t holding a phone, indicating she wasn’t the one to take the pictures. In the first one she was biting her lip looking directly into the camera, standing straight up and holding her huge breasts. Her jeans and T-shirt were decent enough but far from what she’d planned: the new sexy black dress and shiny black heels were still stuffed in her bag.She slumped against the cold mirror, cursing the torrential rain that had caused motorway jams. It left her with no time to stop and change, no time to calm her nerves before seeing him again. Still, it could have been worse – could have been snow. She shuddered at the thought of another enforced postponement.The lift jolted to an abrupt halt but. I never talked to her too much. Also I used to see my friend’s sister like my own. But she was very good looking too. Very fair with a beautiful face.So seeing her msg all of a sudden surprised me. I returned hello to her. We started casually. She seemed to be very much delighted. I asked about her. She got married and was staying in town. She soon shared me her number.We started chatting daily. She used to call me even during night times. I was little confused with this, but I let it to. He rammed in and I let out a pretty loud grunt. He started pounding my pussy for all he was worth. The tree worked out great because it gave me something to steady myself on and my breasts could swing free. He was going at it good and I was really getting into it. Each time he pounded his cock into my pussy I would get more excited, I started to get more verbal and with each thrust I would yell out “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME” getting louder the closer I got to cumming. I was on the verg of.