, before I started hanging around with them, drinking with them, letting them come over to my apartment, or fucking them. I just liked the friendships... and if it led to sex, hey, that was even better. If not? I was comfortable having friends and just hanging out with people.So as I got older, into my 20's and 30's, even getting married in my mid twenties, I had younger friends. My wife got pissed off about it. She'd get angry, she'd accuse me of doing shit I shouldn't be doing, and truth be. I had already showered and gulped two cups of coffee. I saw shadows under her eyes. She looked tired. ‘Have a good time?’ I asked casually. ‘Feeling a pang this morning, are we?’ she said sharply. ‘Not really,’ I said. ‘It’s just that . . .’ She interrupted me. ‘It’s just `who has Bette been fucking all night?’ Right?’ she asked harshly. I was surprised. I would have expected that reaction from Louise, but not Bette. ‘Well, if you want to put it that way,’ I said. Her mood abruptly changed.. He strummed briskly as he increased the pace of the plug fucking her ass.Her moans turned to groans. Guttural. Animalistic.“Fuck my ass. Please, fuck my ass,” she groaned, loud enough for the crowd to hear.Sensing she was so close to cuming, Derek abruptly removed his soaking hand from her pussy and gave the plug a final push, seating it firmly in her ass. Jessie bit hard into the leather chair, enduring the exquisite agony of being edged. Denied.She tasted her salty sweat on the leather and. Before she can respond, another message appears. He has her at his mercy, her body beginning to tremble as he lays claim to her. Typing another response, she can feel herself become more flustered. Usually confined to the privacy of her home, their connection is always so strong. She yearns to touch herself, to trace her fingers and release the simmering pleasure that ripples through her, yet dares not for prying eyes. Crossing her legs beneath the desk she brings her thighs together and.