.. How his tongue would feel being traced over my nipples before dipping lower, and lower..."Bend over Claire," he ordered, pushing softly on the smal... of my back, guiding me down over his desk.Kneeling behind me, he rested his hands on the back of my thighs and spread my legs apart ever so slightly."Do you want me, Claire?" He asked, sliding his finger against my pussy in a torturously slow fashion."Oh please, Professor Kingsley." I pleaded breathlessly.Placing his hands on my thighs once. She kept deep-throating the man as Don fumbled with his pants andpulled out his own dick and began stroking it as hewatched his pretty neighbor.Don had never thought that watching a white woman and ablack man could be so erotic and stimulating. Thecontrast of their skin had much to do with it andperhaps the fact that she was a married woman played abig role as to why he was so excited.After several minutes, the huge man lifted himself offthe pillow and helped Connie take the little. The swollen lips of your pussy are clearly visible as you bend further forward. My pulse races, as my cock already hardens, straining against the material of my jeans. I am now well out of my comfort zone and my mind is racing. ‘What the hell am I going to do next?’ I ask myself. The urge to fuck you where you stand is overwhelming. As you turn around our eyes meet and I can see yours almost glazed over, you sense my anticipation. The smile you give in return is one of reassurance. There’s no. ‘Just you and me,’ she said into the phone. There was no way she could have done this in person, over the phone was much easier. ‘You haven’t told Bill yet?’ ‘No, not yet. Soon.’ ‘Soon enough he’ll notice,’ Eric commented. Yvoine let out a short, sharp yelp of laughter. ‘Bill doesn’t notice anything,’ she commented angrily. ‘I come home with whip marks all over my body, he doesn’t see anything. Each time I get a new piercing I have to point it out to him otherwise he’d never notice.’ ‘Why the.