” I smile and pick up my phone: Babe, I’m gonna do exactly that, I’ma beat that pussy up!! LOL I return the text: Stop it; you know damn well...you don’t even talk like that!! Stop playin’!. I’m gonna let you get some and we are going to follow the plan for the evening! Lol “Hey, beautiful, you’ve got a text message.” I smile again. You know, if you don’t think it, don’t feel it, then how can you expect your man to? So yes, I have this overused notification on my phone as a daily affirmation.. Sam knew it was Lynn, but he was different somehow ... he looked, pleasing? 'No, ' she thought, as she struggled for the correct word. Then it hit her, ' ... Desirable!... 'Sam did her best to clear her mind. She looked at Lynn forced a yawn and said, "Wh ... What now, you know I don't speak French," and with an almost instinctive reaction the wiry yet weak construction worker held her ribs knowing what inevitably happens when Lynn speaks that damn language."Oh nothing," and with a very. ’ ‘M’kay. What do you want for dinner?’ ‘You know what I really want?’ ‘What’s that?’ Liz paused and grinned to herself. Her heart started pounding in her chest. She could feel her mood improve before she even said it. ‘I want my manservant, Hugo, to cook me a nice steak for dinner.’ She felt his arousal over the phone at the exchange of code words. Her own panties dampened a little bit. ‘I’ll let him know.’ ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you, too, Liz.’ The rest of the day could not fly by fast enough. I pushed open her pussy lips. She moved her pussy back on my cock. I got a few inches inside her. I held onto her hips so her pussy did not push my cock back out. I pushed my cock in farther. I had almost all of my cock buried in her wet pussy. She moaned as I was fucking her pussy some more. I put my hands on her shoulders. I leaned up to kiss her neck. She moaned again. "That it! Don't stop! Don't stop! Keep fucking me. Harder! Harder! Harder!" she moaned.A few minutes later we switched.