I felt the wetness dripping down my legs. As he withdrew his cock from my mouth he smiled as he saw my face drop slightly knowing i would not be havin... his cock in my mouth any longer. He got up off the bed and walked out of the room leaving the door open knowing how i hate the idea of being caught and how wet it makes me. as i was still tied to the bed there was nothing i could do about it he came bak after a few minutes and when he kissed me i could tell by the coolness of his mouth that he. My dimly lit, quiet living room was now filled with the sound of me being fucked by my boss. The longer it went on, the more I knew I was going to regret it. Right now, it didn’t matter, he wanted to fuck me, and I wanted it to happen.He didn’t stop or change position. It was like a lust-filled drive to fuck me as hard and as fast as he could. His hands moved from my breasts to my shoulders, holding and pulling me, while his hips slammed me from behind. For an older man, he had good stamina and. It was more than enough of an invitation than he needed. He pushed one of her legs up with his hand just high enough, holding her tight at the waist with the other hand and ducking between her legs to run a slow and teasing lick right at the base of her clit and upwards. She lost a beat or two of her heart in the all-too-quick movement, instant goose bumps running up her spine. Her hands immediately attached back to the roots of his dark hair, tugging gently in encouragement. After a few. George and I have often had sexual encounters out in the open. We will often run in the park.After we run, we go back to our car and get a blanket out of the trunk. We then find a private area in the park, that not too many people know about. We lay the blanket down, and take each other's clothes off, and have hot sex on the blanket.We would position ourselves in the sixty-nine position on the blanket, in the open air, and pleasure each other's bodies. I worked my mouth up and down his cock.