. or he was about to. I slid my hands down his chest and started tugging up the bottom of his white t-shirt. He stepped back and I pushed it up runni...g my hands over his chest. His heartbeat was slow, but thunderous, assuring me that his actions weren’t simply from the heat of the moment. I pulled it over his head in one swift movement, having no time to bask in his shirtless glory afterwards. The tip of his nose grazed the skin beneath my ear and I gasped a little. Taking advantage of the. Came in his pants poor love. I hardly touched him.” Knowing Lilly as I did that was probably enough to make anyone cum. “How was Ros?” “I don’t know.” “Don’t know?” But I’m getting ahead of myself. I had it all, nearly. I was almost famous, fairly wealthy, more work was being offered and by most standards, I was now a successful actress. I’d done a film in which I had played a rather sinister Russian spy called Anastasia Lenkov and that had been very well received. But, and there’s always a. You want this so bad don’t you? I can’t tell, you’re cunt is so wet!” Sara moaned and pushed back on his finger but he stopped and pressed his cock to her pussy. Mr. Jones then thrust his cock hard up into her cunt.He moaned “Ooh…You’re cunt is so tight! So hot…” He then started to thrust his cock in and out of her cunt, Sara moaned with each thrust of his cock into her horny cunt. Sara said “Ooh Mr. Jones… oh ungh… Fuck my pussy! Uhgh fuck me hard!”He then started thrusting into her cunt. Or more realistically, like a deer caught in the headlights. His hand pulled out of my pussy and the blood raced out from his cock back to his brain. His eyes focused on mine as he slowly reconfirmed what he thought he had heard. They dropped to my breasts, covered by a loose blouse but impossible to hide. Then he saw the wet spot on my shorts. I gave him ten seconds to stare at me and then I pushed him onto his back."And for the last ten years, you've been avoiding every chance, every offer,.