I had gotten quite use to putting them on, but noticed the differences in the design that I never would have before I had breasts. Many of my bras had...formed cups. They smoothed me and in clothes made clean lines, but I didnt feel as sexy in them. I settled on a black lace bra with half cups, covering my nipples, but leaving a portion of my areolas somewhat exposed. The support was amazing, something the other bras didnt provide, yet another thing I was fast learning, ie, that expensive bras. I hold them there as I mount her pinning them under my weight before I slide my cock inside her. She moans when the head hits the bottom of her pussy. I start slow, coating my cock in her juices and once I'm sliding in and out easy I start to fuck her. She moans and gasps. "Thank you, Sir." she gasps over and over as I pound her tight pussy. I can feel my balls begin to go after ten minutes so I dismount her, leaving her groaning to herself. "Please come back sir, fill me up. Use me to. Riley's orgasms were intense, and the massive build-ups she forced herself to have were the main reason. Just when I thought I had seen the true Riley, she surprised me once more. It was a dreadful autumn Friday, and I coincidentally ran into her when I got home from work. I held the door for her, closed it after her and walked up the stairs behind her. The contours of her thong were clearly visible through her white jeans. I wished her a good weekend, entered my apartment and fired up my. Shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap. The second wave of climax followed so quickly that Gaby barely had time to gather her senses and when the third, much bigger orgasmic pulse wracked her body, she was helplessly out of control “JeeeessussssssChrriiiissssstttt!” Gaby’s eyes flew open, her pupils huge and black and fixed on the face only inches above hers. It should have been reassuring, it should have been comforting but instead its eyes were hard and determined as the Professor’s body slammed into hers..