She was wearing tight jeans with a yellow embroidered top. Her Boobs, oh my goodness! What a size! Luuuuluuulahhh——-.“Sir, I am Tapur and you in...ited me for the Interview. Sir, I sent my resume to you by e-mail.” She did a mistake by choosing the wrong door. But for me it was a pleasant opportunity to see such a hotty just at my door. “Sorry Miss, You might have knocked at the wrong door. I am Mangesh working in XXX Company and I have not invited anyone for Interview.”“I am extremely sorry Sir.. ”“I don’t know if I can without blowing my load,” he says with a shaky voice. His hands rest on my ass, gripping tightly.“I need you to,” I beg on a breathless moan. I didn’t want him to cum too soon, but if he didn’t move, I wouldn’t get the whole experience.“Alright,” he grunted and began to shift his hips, slowly at first. You slowed your pace, trying to match his so that I would be full in my pussy one moment, full in the ass the next. You all keep this dynamic going for a few minutes and. I had to shift on my bar stool, my clit piercing was rubbing through my underwear, against the material of my khaki pants before continuing my inventory of her. She brought the rest of the outfit together with a short satin like skirt, off black pantyhose, and high stiletto heels. I was rudely brought out of my imaginary mind fuck by my partner’s shrill whisper, “What the hell you looking at her for?” I quickly made the excuse, as if I had been looking at the clock located on the wall behind. I had fucked my pussy with my blue dildo this morning in the shower, but that didn’t help much. I was thirty-five years old and married, but my husband was never there when I needed a cock to satisfy my needs. I grabbed my phone and called Sean. Sean was the guy I met in a party. He was twenty-one years old, hot, cute, and had a nice big cock that any woman would dream about. He was like a toy of mine, he fulfilled my sexual desires and in return I paid his bills, and took care of his other.