Her mascara fainted down, mixed with her lipstick and saliva. He kissed her hard on her lips tasting the pale smell of his own cock. He moved his hand...up her skirt. She was leaking. He screeched her panty down on one side and moved her hand near her womanhood. She pressed his cock. He massaged her clit with his palm. The rough sensation of his hand on her clit was making her twitch. Her tongue invaded his mouth. He slipped his middle finger inside her wet spot. She was wet, hot and. “Love me forever.”“Yes, little girl,” I answered. “Forever.”“Perfect,” she purred, laying her cheek on my chest, curling like a kitten.I stroked her hair. She’s right. Fetish. Her continued purrs told me she was good with it.“I like being adored,” she sighed softly.“Then you can tell, huh? That I adore you?”“I adore you too, you know, sir...”“I like you exactly where you are.”“That’s good. I don’t know if I can move.” She wiggled slowly like she was nesting atop me. “I’m dripping,. She was tall but not too tall and she had an average build. Her DD-cup breasts were easily one of her most prominent features. Her long toned legs supported a big heart shaped ass. I'd never seen her feet before, as she always wore heels and stockings in the office, along with the typical clothing of a professional working woman.She would walk past my office quite a bit, and I always made an effort to check her out as she walked by. We would speak on a few occasions and were friendly with one. A girl doing her daily jogging exercise and her tits bouncing in the t-shirt without being secured by a bra. Another girl hailing a cab and exposing her clean shaved under arms. A young blond sitting in the coffee shop, licking the foam off her lips as if she was working on Jim’s hard cock.It took Jim at least half an hour to reach his apartment, enjoying all the sexy scenery for masturbating. His shirt was fully dowsed with sweat and his mind was overfilled with the images of the street.