She would pull the sliding panes open wide to help him.Most afternoons she would settle down on the couch in full view of the window, wearing just a s...ort t-shirt and panties. Sometimes she would just wear a spaghetti-strap top that covered her ass only halfway with no panties underneath.Soni would sit on the couch and rub her wet pussy giving him a good show. It was a good 30 feet distance so though not a clear view for him but good enough so he knew what she was doing and for him to see her. She tried to look up, but she could not lift her head up very far. Her best view was of the floor. Turning her head sideways wasn’t much better, though she could see a few recognizable objects in her blurry vision. Martin still had her glasses. Nevertheless, she knew exactly where she was now. She had seen plenty of this device from her time in the sex maiden. She was now positioned to the left from her former prison, a ways closer to the door. As suspected, when she tried to move her hips, she. "Go ahead man, slide forward." I did so and before I knew he had sat down and was right behind me. He pressed against me and I could smell his musky scent. He whispered, "You should feel it, purring between your legs. It feels really good." I sat there, feeling his body against mine. Wondering what it would feel like if we were laying in bed naked. Again I wondered if he was talking about the bike or something else. I wanted to feel that big dick of his. I was so lost in my own thoughts I. "Kiss me." I whisper. "I want your lips on me. I want your tongue in my mouth and I want you as wild as you've made me feel." Fuck, you’re still fighting me but I still manage to slide my wetness against your cock again & again, despite your hold on my hips. "Kiss me, Kiss me now." I beg while pressing & rubbing harder against you. "Damn it." You hiss like a white flag spoken against my lips right before our mouths meet. Finally, my inner voice screams in triumph, as you surrender to my.