You toss the covers off yourself and whip your legs over the edge of you bed. Exhaling in a loud groan, you stretch once more, before pushing yourself...to your feet.As you walk over to the bathroom, you brush your hands through your blonde hair, which reaches to a few inches below your shoulders. You stare into the mirror and see yourself staring back. Your hair is messy and you look tired without your make-up on, but you think that look is oddly sexy. You take a step back to get your full body. Sophia is a 38 year old brunette, she's married to Ryan and they have an 8 year old son. She has been my hairdresser for a few years now and I've always had a thing for her. She is a self-employed hairdresser with her own hair salon at home. This story took place last week. On Tuesday I called Sophia to make an appointment to cut my hair. She told me that I could come around 7 PM on Thursday. It was 6.35 PM when I started to walk to her salon, her house was close to my house, I arrived around. I went berserk. I slapped and slapped, now higher on her buttocks, now lower. Her beautifully shaped buttocks began to glow red and start turning purple. I felt my hand slap across her cunt lips and she winced but that was all.Finally I stopped. I was sweating and so was she. I grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her head.“I need to piss,” she mumbled. “I badly need to…”But she was too late. A stream erupted from between her legs and she sighed. I was fascinated. I placed my hand over. I was worried it wouldn't be enough for him, but an upturned eye found him staring down at me glassy eyed and softly panting. I maintained this contact. My green eyes bore into his as I pumped his dick up and down. I slowly nibbled around the umbra of his cock head. He inhaled deeply. I leaned back and slapped the prick against my pendulous chest. “Do you want me to take all of you?” “Can you do that?” “Only if you want me to.” I said melodically, flicking his dripping cock through my.