She had her purse on the kitchen table."Four-ten," said the young man. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and if he was any older than sixteen, it would ...ave been hard to believe. He had a baby-face and he was about five-six, shorter than Susan.She stood at the opposite side of the table and leaned forward. to search through her purse. While she did so, her titties hung down in plain sight, nearly brushing against the outside of her pocket book, fully fallen out of her house coat."Jesus," mumbled. She also knew he would not be able to until she allowed it. That would add to his frustration and hopefully make him tell her all she wanted to know."Are you ready to talk to me?" she asked as she stopped sucking to grab his cock with her hand and stroked it slowly to keep teasing him."Anything, please, just let me cum. Please!" he begged as he struggled with his straps.His moans turned to guttural growls as he fought to free his arms. She saw him raise his head to look down at her. His eyes. She needed to feel Daniel inside her now, but she didn’t ever want him to stop. She couldn’t stop shaking and gasping as his finger teased her through the lace. Impatiently, she pushed her thong over her hips, hoping he’d get the hint. She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt it against her mound. She was afraid to look down as she felt his head come closer to her body. She shifted almost nervously until she felt his tongue tease her lower lips, just lightly over them. He chuckled against. I turn her around with grabbing hands and press the front of her legs to the desk. I wrap an arm around her waist and, before she can regain a decent breath, my other hand grasps her throat again. I don’t press hard enough to choke unless she struggles, so she goes docile against me with her arms tense at her sides. I slide my hand down her throat to her chest and I grip her breast.My fingers dig in so hard that it hurts. she takes in a hiss of breath and her hands ball into fists, making her.