’ ‘Me and Mark, we belong to a BDSM Club, like,’ she said. ‘Oh!’ I replied, and just then, we were interrupted by the boss, who rang to ask ...or some figures. After lunch the same day, Carla called me over to her desk, and after looking furtively around to make sure the doors were all shut, she said, ‘here’s that web-site I told you about.’ A series of small photos showed a powerfully-built but attractive forty-something woman in a skimpy silk dress laying into the naked buttocks of a young. “How can a whore feel so tight?”“Exercise,” she grins, quickening her fuck which not only sustains the orgasm, but increases it to exquisite ecstasy. Once reached, she stops, his cock deeply embedded.“Gods,” Pontius moans, reaching for her incredible tits, on the small side but perfectly formed. No longer bouncing, a vision which adds to his excitement, stillness gives him permission to feel the wondrous flesh. With her interior pulsing around his cock, their feel adds to another peak moment of. That happens a lot. I don’t remember now what the voices were saying. It wouldn’t have mattered. I just couldn’t make them stop. I screamed to cover them up. I put my head down like a bull and charged. The top of my head crashed into the wall of my bedroom. The wall crumbled where I crashed into it. There was a top-of-my-head shaped hole on my side of the wall. If I’d run faster and harder I would have gone through the wall. Nothing could stop me. But my head hurt.Dad stopped me before I could. ” He gasped glancing over to see if Alicia had noticed him ogling. She hadn’t, and neither had anyone else.“Did you wear that for me?” He whispered.“You wish.” She answered in her sexiest voice. “You’re looking good yourself. If I didn’t know better I would say you’re trying to impress someone.”“You know me too well.” He grinned; placing a warm hand her stocking clad thigh. A tingle shot to her pussy as he squeezed.Crossing her legs as he poured her a glass of wine, her dress, not.