No words are exchanged but the increased activity from our hands signals me to move faster. Plunging into you deeply, the piston like action definitel... increasing. Sounds of pleasure coming from your throat, the vibration I can feel against my lips, teeth biting against you, my groans added to yours. The fever pitch enveloping us.Moving my hips faster and faster. you push back, impaling yourself with each stroke on my stiff rod. The massaging of your cherry is no longer circling, just rubbing. "What makes you so sure she did the splitting?" Don't give me that. I saw the way Phil looked at her. You and I talked about it." Maybe you and I were wrong." She purposefully let her thigh brush my leg for a few steps. It was a pleasant late-May evening, and Alice had taken advantage of it, wearing a black leather miniskirt to emphasize her shapely legs and a loose black cotton blouse to deemphasize what she considered her underprivileged chest. We entered the lobby, exchanged greetings with. For the first time in three years I might be late for work.We're in the slowest elevator on earth. Just the two of us.I only caught a glimpse of him when he got on board on the second floor, together with some businessman who got out again promptly on the third – thankfully, because he was having a rather tense cellphone conversation and the secondhand embarrassment was starting to make my armpits itch. I caught his height and his skin tone and a flash of a smile when he, in turn, caught me. “You know how horny I am right now! You are so unfair.” “Have a good night Zoey,” James teases. The next morning, I am so excited when I wake up that I get to have my deepest desire, that I start planning how it’s going to happen, where it’s going to happen. Charlie gave me his credit card to charge anything and everything I need for the “event”. I open my laptop, turn on some porn of a girl getting nailed by two guys, making me soaking wet and excited for what I get to do in a few weeks. .