My heels clicked up the stairs of your apartment complex. It was like every click of my heel was a kiss you laid on my skin, closer and closer to my m...st sensitive area. I almost came before even reaching your door. My knuckles hit the cold wood three times. I waited, not very patiently, hearing your footsteps grow closer. The door swung open, and we took each other in. I wore black stockings that trailed along the olive skin of my legs into the high heels that I knew would make you salivate.. I wasalways a clever child and was fascinated about how things worked. I wasbuilt like my mom, about 5'6" and 130 pounds. Not a bruiser, but I couldgenerally hold my own. After college, I planned on continuing theconsulting business I was running from my apartment. My mom was ahairdresser and I found a niche helping independent beauty salons in theelectronic age. I helped to set up their appointment and billing systemsand was constantly tweaking their databases to keep in touch with. I’m about to end this one quickly. I gave her my dick unmercifully. Tears were coming from her eyes and my dick pounded that young pussy. She held me soooo fucking tight. I knew it was coming soon. Ohhhh, Oooooh Oooooooooooh I’m cuming , Ahhhhh, ah, ah, ah, please don’t stop. I was fast until she was at the door, then I slowed it down considerably to make her cumming last longer. I’m cumming, I can belie……. She jerked and her pussy was squeezing my dick about twenty times. By the time she was. She was grumbling, her arm swaying through the air. Yet it wasn’t that difficult to grab her wrist and keep her arms out of the way. She was waking up more and more though, coughing, moaning, stirring. I thought I had more time, I thought she would’ve been out for longer, but suddenly her eyes opened. She blinked a few times and still had kind of a loopy look in her eyes.‘What’s happening?’ She asked with a slurred voice. She rubbed her eyes and the side of her head. ‘Beau?’ She asked. ‘Did I.