"I feel your tight ass grab me and hold me. Yes,Laura. Yes, I love it."I thrust, her ass locked down on me for an instant, then she thrust backat me. ...ver and over, the rhythm of thrust, squeeze, thrust. I could feelmy dick so deep in her.. I reached around and held her cock, pulsing witheach wave of pleasure, and swelling with each of my thrusts, as if my owncock was passing through her and into my own hand. In and out of her. Inand out. In and out. Deeper and deeper.I could feel my own. My hands twist as he pulls me to my knees, and I go on my elbows. He doesn’t let me adjust. He simply sheaths himself in my warm, wet walls again. I pant as he moves his hips relentlessly, taking me closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping each other rings around the room. I can hear Grey’s groans which trigger my own vocal cords.As I moan and breathe heavily, I feel something hard yet soft touch my lips. I don’t get a chance to react because one second I’m moaning, and next a cock is. He was fucking me in synch with the techno beat, and I was loving it.After 10 hard minutes I had alreadt creamed on the felt platform, because every time he thrust into me my own hard cock was forced along the felt, strong friction with my glans as my forskin had peeled back. I spent while I was being fucked and to me it felt like a female orgasm. He kept on fucking me but he knew and said "You fucking love it don't you"."Yes", I said "It's what I came for!".He fucked me harder and faster, and. "I can already see the government's counter claim that you set this whole thing up," he said still grinning at me. "You didn't did you? I have to ask," he said with a serious expression."I don't see how I could have. Notice the addresses on the file? Those are only generated by one computer, theirs. Also, a search of their computer's logs will show if this document was generated by their computer or not. Simple, really," I said.He nodded, and finally got down to money."This could conceivably.