I asked her, “Maami, what if the carpet gets ruined with my semen?” due to the handjob. Maami was worried and said, “I don’t want to clean the...carpet as it takes a lot of time.”“Then it is better if you take my dick in your mouth so that I can put all my load there. And neither your clothes nor the carpet will be ruined.”Shabnam thought for a minute and then agreed! I didn’t show any change in expression but damn, I was excited! I was fantasizing about my hot Kashmiri maami earlier that day and. I couldn’t ignore it anymore. No, fuck it, I couldn’t take it anymore. My poor pussy was practically pulsing in my pants. I didn’t know what was going on today, or what came over me, but I needed this woman, badly. I didn’t care how, but I did care when – right now.I don’t know who made the first move, me or her. I didn’t care. Within a second, our open mouths were attacking each other, our bodies practically sealed by the lips, with our well-dressed bodies mashing and grinding up against each. Instead I turned to the left and went through the door to the leasing office.Three desks sat in the room, but only one was occupied. The occupant, House Lieutenant Sybil Normand, was talking on the phone. She wore a beige knit top that hugged her chest like it was afraid to let her go. A light cream colored skirt covered her to her knees, light colored stockings gave her legs a soft sheen, and her heels were the same color as her top. She finished her call and smiled up at me. “Can I help. ” He holds my hips tightly and thrusts hard and fast, grunting. I know he wants me to remain as quiet as possible so I bite my lip. When my orgasm threatens to overtake me, I bite harder. I taste the saltiness of my own blood as my body throbs, begging for release. When I don’t think I can hold back, in a strangled whisper, I beg, “May I cum?” He grabs my hair and pulls hard, planting himself deep within me. “YES!” His guttural whisper unleashes a torrent of sensations as I allow my body to.