I could just make out her shape seated one of those old over-stuffed sofas, with a rug over her knees. ‘You’ll have to forgive me for not getting ...p, and for the darkness of this room, but the light hurts my eyes.’ ‘I understand. I’m Simon Porter from OriginFM, but you already know that.’ ‘I’m Imogen Ferrier, but you already know that.’ I could just make out a smile on her face. ‘I asked for that, didn’t I? The reason I wanted to speak with you was about your YouTube posting. It really moved. "I guess I'm a bit out of shape, LOL."I couldn't resist, "Maybe you just need a good work out." I probably do," she nodded, going to the fridge. Changing topics, she said, "I'm making homemade pizza, do you want me to make you one too?" Sure," I agreed. "I'll be upstairs." I'll call you when it's ready," she said, not acting any different: no hint she had just had multiple orgasms and no hint that her fantasies were about me.I went to my room and watched the video. Although a bit shaky, it was. She knew she should have made a bold noisy entrance to alert anyone inside. But curiosity had won and she kept as silent as a mouse. The flat was in near darkness lit only by the street lights illuminating the living room through partly drawn curtains. The hall ran passed 2 bedrooms on one side and a bathroom and large kitchen on the other. At its end was the large living room that ran the full width of the property. From it Beth could hear the muted sounds of two people grunting and moaning. . Letting of my shaft, she looked me in the eye, throatily whispering, “Fuck me! Hard! Hard and deep!” Leaning in, she kissed me, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I responded by dropping her onto my cock as I pushed her against the shower wall. “Oh God, yes!” I don’t know if it was from the suddenness of my invasion of her vaginal vault or the cold wall against her warm skin, but she gasped as my cock pushed its way inside her. With each thrust, I lifted and dropped her, filling her cunt with my.