Frankie’s pussy was soaking wet as he slipped easily into her he quickly set up his own rhythm, hands on her hips as he pulled her back onto his c...ck, he thrust all the way in, pulling her backwards and forwards along the length of his cock her juices now running down his shaft as his balls slapped into her arse.This is one fucking horny woman I have here, Bob thought as he pumped and pulled her onto his cock, Frankie could feel herself squirting with every thrust now as she moaned biting her. ’ I couldn’t wait. Taking hold of my shaft from the balls’ end, I rubbed my cockhead all over her wide, grinning lips. Pushing the head in just a bit to rub her sparkling front teeth with the bulb, gently prying both of her lips up and down. Christine closed her eyes, began sucking on my tip with those marvelous lips of hers, making smacking-wet sounds. I could feel her tongue poking at the slit of my cock, as my legs rocked towards her and began to feel like gelatin about to melt. Give me. Lise felt the arrow-shaped head of her husband’s erect penis pressing against her labia, then it began entering her. It felt good – it always did – when Rod’s swollen shaft pressed into her. Feelings of delight continued to spread through her. ‘Damn!’ Rod exclaimed through clenched teeth. ‘I don’t know how you did it. You had three kids and you still got the tightest pussy in the world!’ He moved his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her. Lise didn’t like the coarse language her husband used. "May we know why?" you ask, "it seems a perfectly reasonable thing from where I sit." Because, how I dress, and what I wear, are not her business," I state, "I do my work and nobody has ever complained about the quality of my work, that surely is what matters." "What matters, is the effect you have on the rest of the staff," my supervisor interjects, "it is disruptive." "Quite, Mister Banner," you tell him. "Just what is the problem?" "You can see for yourself," Mr. Banner tells you, "look at.