Ray slid his cock into Nadine Munner's tight cunt until he was buried up the hilt and his scrotum rested against her pantyhose sheathed ass. He could ...eel Nadine secreting vaginal juices despite her cries and pleas. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was in the folds of her labia and then thrust forward again. Nadine wheezed as he slammed himself inside her.He fucked her with long steady strokes as she wriggled, cried and prayed. As he felt his orgasm approaching he increased the. Jack just smiled and kept the same pace as he fucked me with a deliberate, slow and firm rhythm. He would pull it out right to the end of his cock knob and then rammed it in till his pubic bone crashed against my clit. In just a few minutes, I was cresting towards another orgasm. This one crashed across me like a train wreck, even more intense than my first one.My body felt like Jell-O. My arms flopped loosely down to my sides. I seemed to have no control, except for my pelvis. It was following. That evening I arrived to meet the owner, Griffon Jenkins, generally referred to as Griff. I was totally gobsmacked as I met him. Griff was a really big guy and must have been at least six-foot-two-inches tall. He wasn’t fat but it was clear that he took his workouts at the gym very seriously. Griff was wearing loose fitting jeans and a polo shirt that was taking an enormous strain to contain his very well-developed upper body. The fabric around his upper arms, in particular, was stretched to. Secondly, I’ve no patience with people who claim there are 29345 genders and anyone can choose what pronoun to be called by. I’m a she, I’ve always been a she, I’m in no way ashamed of being a she, and my lover is a he. I don’t ask people what their “preferred pronoun” is. If that makes you uncomfortable you might as well stop reading now.I don’t have a quarantine story because where I live there wasn’t much of a lockdown, and I went to my office fairly regularly except when there were total.