The poor guy apparently thought I was serious.“Do you have your eye on someone specific?” I asked.“Could you maybe put in a good word for me wit... your assistant?”“What’s in it for me?” I asked, still teasing him. “I’m not sure I want you bothering her.”Kenta’s eyes got big.“No. I would never,” he began and then saw my smile. “You are awful. It’s just that ... I don’t know.”Yes, I did know. Lexi was a gorgeous woman. I was afraid she would destroy Kenta. She would figure out she held all the. You breathe heavily as it rises faster. You try and close your legs again but you feel helpless as the orgasm rushes through your body. I feel your pussy gush with juices and drink them up as I slide a finger in your pussy. You moan loudly, wanting to close your legs to slow it down but you can't. Your back arches as my finger slides inside and presses against your g-spot. Your orgasm just seems to keep going and you can't stop it. Your pussy feels so good as your body writhes from your orgasm.. Or do justice to her sixteen year-old body. She was golden, slim, taut. She had pale white skin covered with a fine rain of freckles to match those of her face. Her pubic hair was blazing red, sparse, but long and fine. Her breasts were hardly more than graceful swells on her chest, her nipples small and roseate. I just stood, inches away from her, naked, waiting, my penis slowly swelling to half-mast. She sat down, took my penis in her hand and gently pulled me toward her. Unlike the night. He traced the cleft, grazed her tight back entrance, but did not stop until he gently poised at the entrance to her moistened pouting lips.But there he paused, his fingers warm enough to almost feel on her labia, but not quite. She yearned for the contact, shifted back toward it, tried to secretly lower her hips into it, but just as she moved so did he, always close enough to nearly feel the touch she desperately wanted to have, but not quite.At the 80th floor the elevator began to empty when a.