“I want to drain your balls of every last drop, baby.”He squirmed. There was no saying no to her.She pushed him down, more violently than he thoug...t she would. He fell back against the sofa in his office. The John Grisham he had been reading fell to the floor, as he displaced it.She leaped onto him.“You’re ready for this,” she said.It wasn’t a question. It was her telling him that he was going to fuck her and hold on to his ejaculation whether he liked it or not.She kissed his brown pubes. My tongue is going over all the right places, flicking backwards and forwards in just the right spot, I can see how wet you are and I use my tongue to taste how wet I've made you too. You get the tip of my tongue inside you which is all I can do from this angle, but it's enough to drive you crazy. You put both hands on my ass cheeks and pull me in even closer, your nails digging into me. This makes me stand back up, I take your hands and put them by your side and hold them there, and then I. I'd been chatting to a guy on squirt for awhile, he was 37yo, black guy, decent body and a lovely thick cock. He wasn't that far away but as per the normal constraints neither of us could accommodate - my flatmates were in and he was married. The chat though was getting racier and racier, i was huffing on my poppers and i was desperate for a taste of his cock. He asked if i knew of anywhere outside. Well close to me there is a wood (in north london - see if you can guess where - not. I pushed you against the door again and began fucking you hard. Your ass bounced off the door with each hard thrust. I held your ass cheeks in both hands as you bounced up and down on my cock. Your titties bouncing against my chest with every hard thrust. ‘I’m going to cum in your pussy slut.’ I said as I felt the cum boiling over from my balls. ‘No you’re not!’ you said defiantly, sliding one hand between us and gripping my shaft solidly as you pulled it from your pussy! You slid down the door.