I grabbed her firmly by the waist with one hand, while with the other I reached for her back and I pushed her down, until her face pressed against the...couch. “Move again, and I’ll hurt you more than by just shoving my dick inside of you.”She whimpered loudly, while I started to rub my swollen cock head up and down her little pussy. “Nooooo! P-Please! PLEASE!” Alissa begged incessantly with her voice a little muffled by the couch, and her face was covered by the black veil formed by her splayed. Nor does she act like the widow type as she lives a full life including sex without the fear of pregnancy with lovers who fill that need in her life.As an untamed woman of the Pampas, I felt the same needs for sexual companionship as my mother described her similar situation while talking with me. A frank and revealing conversation built more than a kindred bond between us. I knew what she described as how she felt with a good man. And good men can be difficult to find. Sure, the sex could be. My hands still exploring his body before finding a resting spot on his shoulder and my other arm wrapped around his stomach. "Cum on my ass..... Cum on my nice big ass... fuck me babe.... fuck me...." he begged. We kissed and fucked the whole time, me telling him how good his ass felt and how horny he was making me. Moaning and breathing in eachothers face. The couch shaking as I pounded him, both of us getting loud as I reached my climax. " Fuck im going to cum babe... im going to cum.... As the week progressed my outfits became more and more risque until on casual Friday I was dressed in a very short navy blue pleated skirt, white lace top thigh-high stockings with white 5” fuck me pumps and a sheer blouse that showed my white lace bra clearly. I was receiving a lot of attention from men in the building. After three weeks of progressively more daring attire being chosen by Paul and my casual Friday attire becoming practically obscene, I received a call from HR that they wanted.