"I’ve had a horrible morning, Steve. Our latest product design is late and over budget and my whole team is working so hard to make it right. I need...you to help me forget all about this lousy morning I've had.” “Oh, I will, baby,” he promises as he watches me unbutton his shirt. “I hope you meant what you said, Steve. About only the best for me. Are you going to give me your very best?” I wink. As we kiss, I instruct Steve, “Draw us a nice bubble bath, darling. We need to get our bodies. Oh my God no, I didn't mean to do it, to go that far!Maybe Mike was right, perhaps I really am a "filthily, perverted, dog fucked slut"... However!(this is the crazy part I honestly can't understand and which really screws my head up)At other times I stare at a dog's owner and shudder with excitement at the thought of my sheer "dirtiness". It really turns me on, that I've gone down onto my knees for a dog... and happily let it fuck me as it's responsive and willing 'bitch'... I wonder if they'd. Connor please. I need to feel you inside of me! I moaned as i rubbed my clit. I dont think he could take it much longer. Mr. C. Got up from his chair and walked over to me. Yes cum for me. He whispered. I smiled instantly and finger I fucked myself until I cummed on my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and licked the juices off of my fingers. Jesus Erica! Mr. Connor looked at me. I just want you to touch me.. Touch me? I moaned. Mr. Connor knelt down on his knees and smiled. I. . as they scratched their way up and down the wall while she tried desperately to steady herself, again she made an attempt to scream, but again nothing came from her lips, only a choked perverted whisper! help, oh please somebody help me!.....In only moments,... he too was the one who had an incredible ejaculating orgasm, one that easily matched hers! She could feel his heart pounding against her as lots of his warm sperm shot itself up inside her, he savagely, now clutching her bare breasts.