I pulled the flesh, spreading those lips hard. This ache I had building was not going to be relieved by a few gentle strokes. I sought to spray harder...on my now engorged button. I pulled myself up on my tip toes striving, reaching, aching for that sweet release I knew was coming. I rotated the shower head, sending the stream flickering across me. I moaned, again . This time, it was more than just the girlish whimper I had let loose earlier. This was the lusty ache of a pussy in heat. My eyes. Why is that?“When I first met you, I had this incredible urge to throw myself at you. To act irrationally and immodestly, and in ways we weren’t supposed to know about at our age. Why did I tell my mom I’d met the boy I would marry when we were only in seventh grade? Why did I fight so hard to ignore you when all I wanted was for us to be cuddling together in your tree house? It didn’t make sense then, but it does make sense to me now.“Girls respond to things that trigger feelings. Those. I turned her round, putting her hands on the doorways either side of the hallway, then entered her from behind, fucking her a bit rougher than during the night as we'd both held back a bit and I knew she was running late.To say she was both loving it and desperate to be finished and to rush off were an understatement.Suddenly a figure appeared at the glass door, though she had her head down and didn't notice, my mate who never knocks walked in, with her right in front of him, being fucked from. He had finally decided to bitethe bullet and step up and take a real position of authority. If hehad to be in charge he might as well get the rewards.Still having a boss like Aaron Kayle would hopefully give him thekind of environment and support he would need to manage that stress.Stuck in his head, re-exploring his past experiences and his strategyfor this interview, Chris was surprised to hear another voice fromthe reception area. Looking up, he could see it wasn't Aaron Kayle,and he went.
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