Johann frowns. “Now, was that really necessary?” he asks in a voice that seems to resonate throughout the room.Story lifts her head up and tries t... make eye contact with the man while putting on the best face of arrogance that she can manage. “Too bad I don’t have the spit to try it again,” she remarks.Johann grunts and steps forward. He raises his hand and in it is a clear jar with something swimming around inside. No, wait a minute, three somethings. She remains silent but looks at him, not. It didn't help matters that she was dressed in a very short denim skirt, red sleeveless vest top and those darn wedged sandals. My erection was never going to fade at this rate! She sat on the sofa, skirt riding up her creamy thigh when she crossed her legs, I tried not to look as we engaged in polite chat. As a way out, I offered her a coffee, it gave me the chance to leave the room and try and calm this bulge in my pants down. Eventually it subsided, I could feel the tip dribbling pre-cum and. " Relax Ellen..you can't stop this and deep down you want it." My hand massages her breast and she feels my hard cock slowly grinding against her ass. My hand tweaks her nipple and despite herself she feels turned on. As my hand continues to grope her and the grinding continues, she hears me say " You enjoy being treated like a slut Ellen. You fantasize about a nice hard cock deep in your asshole. If you were able to be honest with yourself, you would admit that you want to be fucked hard and. She'd already showered so she was in pajama shorts and a tank top. He realized she wasn't wearing a bra when he noticed her nipples poking against the thin fabric. "How 'bout this side?" He was teasing but she smiled and leaned over him. She picked up the tube of lotion off the bed and squeezed some onto her hand. She rubbed it between her palms and leaned over him again. She spread the cool cream onto his chest and then began working over the muscles on just the left side. This was a bad idea..