They meet once a month at the same restaurant. And have been, for close to seven years. As much as Layla loved her friends and enjoyed their company, ...omething was different that night. More accurately, something was different in her that night. She couldn't pin point exactly what had been stirred in her. But, she liked it. She felt bold, in control of her body and mind, and, horny. So fucking horny. It had been too long since she had been properly fucked. She held back a chuckle and thought. My purchases. My concentration was broken by the washing machine beginning a fast spin cycle. It rocked loudly from side to side as it vibrated.‘Vibrations! To hell with the toys, I've got all I need right here!’I pressed my buttocks against the front of the machine, raised my arms slightly and pressed my palms against the top of the washing machine. I slowly lifted myself until I could slide my butt atop the shuddering washing machine. I spread my arms to the edges of the machine to get my. “That one looks interesting.” I admitted. Caleb smiled. “I’m going to ask you to remove all of your clothes except your bra and underwear and sit in the chair,” he said. I nodded and started stripping. “And don’t worry about me getting a boner,” Caleb said. “I like guys.” He didn’t look gay. I was shocked. I nodded and sat in the chair. I put my feet up where they were supposed to go, and Caleb tied them there. I watched as he tied my hands loosely. “Ready?” Caleb asked. I nodded shyly. I. Lying on top of me, he positioned himself at my entrance, and with one firm push, meshed our bodies. His arms held mine pinned to the bed, and his legs also kept mine in place. I was helpless to the gyrations of his hips, yet it only made me hotter. As his cock stuffed my velvety walls, he kissed me firmly, nibbling at my lips and down my neck. His thrusts pushed me closer and closer to my second release."Baby I'm close," I moaned.With that he pulled out, spun me so my hips were at the edge of.