This woman is you.You're breathing heavily now. An aching, throbbing sensation has been building in the space once filled by your cock. Your knees are...weak and you are so hot. Sweat trickles down your back and into the crevices of your cleavage, moistening your tank top until it's sticky and even more constrictive. Your underwear is even worse. You claw at both of them, desperate to peel them off, and your top rips. Your breasts spill out and you feel their full weight. They're even bigger than. My hips, involuntarily, began to grind against her rhythmically. She paused as the lips of our mouths touched for the very first time, soft and moist as they pressed harder together, lips parting nervously, almost in hope but then as I pushed my tongue forward, hers was there to meet mine. We were kissing, the passion igniting like a raging inferno, our hips grinding together harder and faster with each passing moment. My fingers digging in to the flesh of her arse cheeks, pulling her as close. She felt that Jerry’s mostly working-class clients were beneath her. She was sleeping with Amos, at least occasionally. She believed that her job was only temporary until better opportunities arrived. She finally hung up the phone and looked at him inquiringly. Inwardly she was unimpressed.“I’m here to see Jerry Amos. My name is Jake Fielding.”“Do you have an appointment?”“No, but he’s expecting me.”She was just about to tell him to leave when he implanted the idea that Jake was a guy who could. This was not a first for Steve and I, but I always had butterflies as I knew I was about to fuck another man, and this night was no different. My pussy twitched, my head spun and my tummy rumbled as the anticipation rushed through my body. I'm not sure what Jason and Steve spoke about in detail, but Steve raised his glass and winked at me as he watched us walk off towards the elevator. In the elevator up to his room, he pressed the top floor. The Penthouse! I knew he had a nice watch, but I.