He reached down and started feeling my thigh and leaned in whispering into my ear if I had been a good girl and didn't have panties on. As I nodded ye... to him, I could feel a surge of excitement run through me and I knew he was already making me wet. He kept his hand their on my thigh, squeezing it gently as we talked,He then said how he would love to just lift up my skirt and fuck me. I laughed thinking he was joking and said, sure like we could just fuck here. He looked at me with such a. I was breathing heavy taking it all in as he took his shirt off showing his muscles and tattoos. My animal instincts came out and it may sound weird but I do have them. I growled and snorted and he only smiled as his cock grew hard.He pulled a camera and laptop out of the corner and placed it on me. "Oh look at that its a live film. " He snorted.My eyes grew wide. He didn't care and walked forward, "Oh how deeply I love you. Even moving away couldn't get you out of my thoughts, good or dirty.. It’s also tight around her waist, suggesting she’s very slim. There’s a polo shirt above the skirt... She steps back and turns to face us, and what we see is about as un-natural as it gets. She’s clearly had a ton of work done – from the almost glass smooth skin, to the pointed little nose, to the overblown lips, and her eyes almost pulled open due to her stiff brow and enhanced cheek-bones. Even her hair, thick but short, cut at strange angles. Very look-at-me. We also can’t help notice that. I pictured him coming back at closing and where things could go from there. I pictured his beautiful lean body leaning over me and his delicious shaved cock poised at my lips, knowing he would taste just heavenly. I had two fingers inside my hot wet pussy now, pumping in and out as fast as I can manage. I gently rubbed my clit with my other hand, starting out slowly and gradually building up speed and intensity. It felt so fucking good that I thought I might never stop. I could feel my pussy.