Can't you see that she's hungry for it?" I hear heavy footsteps approaching. "Aren't you darling?" he says and grabs my ass, squeezing hard. He steps ...loser. I can feel his breath on my neck as he whispers: "You're just a filthy little whore craving hard cock in your little cunt, aren't you?" He smells like sweat, wood smoke and something coppery. Almost like blood. Like he really is a hunter just happening to come by after he has slain his prey. This scene is so realistic and good and I send a. She was a young girl fresh out of college, no degree, she wore black rim glasses with short pin skirts. I walked to my office and closed the door behind me.As I sat behind my desk looking through papers I could hear some kind of noise outside my door as I opened the door, the same black man from the SUV, pushed past me with my receptionist behind him, attempting to hold his arm, he looked at me and said " your wife sent me here, so get that hoe out of here." he didn't yell but spoke calm which. They both thought they’d healed, and they were both wrong. His fingernails were digging into her wrist and she winced ‘Vin. You’re hurting me.’ Her voice and eyes were pleading. Seeing her in pain made him want to soothe it, until he was pissed off at himself for thinking such a thing. ‘Amanda, we both know I can’t hurt you.’ Her eyes closed and her head dropped and all he said was ‘We’re leaving. I need some answers from you.’ Pale and nerveless, she was guided out as if sleepwalking. Her. The feeling though of her lovely clasping pussy was unbelievable and she felt so lovely and moist as she sat there looking down at me."I looked in on you and it seemed a shame to waste such an erect penis as you lay there naked on your back," she said."It's just a bit of a shock seeing you sitting there Miss Tomlinson," I said meaning every word."Isobel please," she said still lifting and lowering herself on my shaft." Merry Christmas Isobel, at least it is different that's for sure!" I was.